in the mornings
solid silent
thirsty salt flats
before
the
first
fuckery bombs fall
we
dredge & drag
for
some excuse
of
m e a n i n g
from where
gods evolution comptroller
lopped
off
our
animal
balls
~
we make up a ritual
blow smoke on it
in the Allocated Areas
hand in hand
&
hand in paw
acquiescent
beyond
the
pale
fermenting & compressing
a
stress
shine
diamond
hard payment
for
imposed
hologram
transgression
from animalia-life.club
a man in a book said
have a ritual
blow smoke on it
and
make it yours
or something similar
it was set in some apocalypse
grim times
i have an xmas ritual
i cook a ham
i boil it in cherry coke
and
onions
and
apple
and other things
i cool it
i glaze it
with
sugar and chilli flakes and maple syrup
and other things
until
it
is
shining like a clear summer night of stars
until
it
has
the
lustre
of silk and magic and twinkling ice
i slice it still warm
flesh melts under german steel
i
blow
smoke
on
it
and make it mine
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