Sunday, January 22, 2012

Improv 1, Week 1

Don’t keep it real, keep it honest, and that’s realer than real. – Harlem proverb

During a phone conversation with one of my older brothers, he dropped this wisdom on me that was dropped on him earlier in the week.

Every bite clogs my arteries

And I want more

CAFO beef, chicken, swine

But it’s all-fine

Buns and ketchup

Muffle any squeals, or screams

Sacred flesh meets molars

Saliva and meat bits mix

Like swingers exchanging keys

Paper wrapping was all the protection it needed

Violating, licking my lips

gives more love than the prod that struck you

But I’m not in love I’m just addicted

to the convenience of it all

erotic asphyxiation

toes curling, chest tightening

fucking Golden Arch's

my wish to glow as bright as you

with the grease pouring out my armor

my reality a short life for a fix


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