disinvest!
DopeBeastie
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they are swimming like too many fishes in a bowl
some brain is flopping out, i swear
dribbling down the glassy jaw
puddling near the clavicle
leaving no time to re-member the dead
breed quickly lest the dead should wish
it's certain it's unclear
dear brother comes along
a plastic bag to burst squirming
sticks a small sharp knife in it
peels the plastic back
some brain is flopping out, i swear
lipsticked pitbulls, pigs and mavericks pussying (yes) pussying out of this-ain't-no-town-hall rhetoric and the hope, oh the hope that our guy will finally be cuter than your guy, for sure, sisters sticking flags in moons saying mines, all mines, me first, exhusbands' girlfriends influencing family policy the job, oh god, the fucking stupid blind-faith, loud-mouthed, cross donned greedy fucking hate mongers...
and the smell of a girl's hair
and the smile on a boy's face
and the warmth of a husband's chest, the safety of his breath
and the no-taste of a black girls' vertical, yes dear brother, throw me to the wolves
lest the dead should wish
it's certain it's unclear
some brain is flopping out, i swear
dribbling down the glassy jaw
puddling near the clavicle
leaving no time to re-member the dead
breed quickly lest the dead should wish
it's certain it's unclear
dear brother comes along
a plastic bag to burst squirming
sticks a small sharp knife in it
peels the plastic back
some brain is flopping out, i swear
lipsticked pitbulls, pigs and mavericks pussying (yes) pussying out of this-ain't-no-town-hall rhetoric and the hope, oh the hope that our guy will finally be cuter than your guy, for sure, sisters sticking flags in moons saying mines, all mines, me first, exhusbands' girlfriends influencing family policy the job, oh god, the fucking stupid blind-faith, loud-mouthed, cross donned greedy fucking hate mongers...
and the smell of a girl's hair
and the smile on a boy's face
and the warmth of a husband's chest, the safety of his breath
and the no-taste of a black girls' vertical, yes dear brother, throw me to the wolves
lest the dead should wish
it's certain it's unclear
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"re-member the dead"
There was a woman I once heard giving a Remembrance Day sermon, and she made a big point about all these poor soldiers, dead and still living, who had had their limbs blown off, and how our job was to metaphorically and literally re-member them, that is, to undo the dis-membering as best we could.
(...gross...)
Did you hear the same woman?
I've been toying with zen-temperment lately, and this poem attempts to visualize the separate thoughts that were swimming through my head that day.
Because... when all you're doing is observing, you are disinvested from the "importance" of what it is you observe. And I have been doing my best to do that, but every now and then, someone comes along and challenges me to become a bigger fishbowl.
kerplop!