Sweeter Meat

Look at us
Pair of chickens scratchin' round the back yard
Couple of hens peckin' at the ground
Other birds circle over head
Rows of crows look down from the telegraph pole
Inside the knives are sharpening
Stove's fired up
A cook wipes a cloth across a sweaty brow
Servant sent outside to go and fetch the fowl
Them birds don't know what coming to them
The Gentleman licks his lips

Delectable relish

Said do you like that dish?
The Lady would rather have the fish

Norwegian

He's there
You can't see but he's there
he's called papa bois

He's there
You can't see but he's there him and soucouyant

I saw him
I took sleep from a dogs eyes and I saw him up close
10 feet at most
An a truly beautiful entity In front of me
this anthropormorphic tree
Little epicormic growth maybe
I came across a dead macaw
Feathers beak and claw red and raw carcass absorbed
And suddenly I was aware of my own calloused feet empty belly

The earth under my toenails
Well it's yet to make a beast of me

Well it's yet to make a beast of me

Making Blanks Talk

Enough spoke now okay?
Vibrate idiots
Rubbing me all smooth
The hair and cheeks

Well I tell you what I tell you one thing
I like your hands
I like your silhouette

Step

Do you see the man?
Eat his weight in words
Soft words stick to tongue
He’s confused okay

Lets count
And from Blanks we step to

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