MACHINEGUN POETRY: When You Don't Eat Veggies
The knife isn’t sharp anymore—that’s nothing new…
When you use it on me, you’ll find out my blood is blue
The unwanted but anticipated death is just a few days away
And yes, I can feel it with my fur…
The veins running through my body are closing
And the lung is running out of air (specially the left one)
I remember when I first saw you through stained glasses
But you were fading in your own mirror
When I asked you if 25 months were worth of life
The answer was 25 seconds of yellow green beauty
Today audibles made the mind work
While figures attacked the eye that see
As the marrow in my bones grow
As the body decays, the soul is left dying
When the only solute for anger is blood
Therefore, the only thing left for me to do is take a look through binoculars
Even though I know it could only see the world rotate
(I would not like to see the world revolve anyway)
What is left to be further dissolved? It doesn’t matter
For when you turn the other cheek they will still slap the other
And even though the sea of love is ten fathoms deep
It isn’t enough to drown her pink-nippled breasts
But it’s more than enough to wash her feet
Coveted everything without saying anything
Karma strikes back, it buries everything in one month’s time
On a ground with no soil but brain
My hands are still holding yours (the fingers at least)
But you keep on pulling so I’m pushed
Don’t worry, my hands aren’t sweaty… YET
How about good news for a change?
Grasses ate me, dead head and allBut cows spitted me back out…
grasseseatcows
12/06/2004 06:45:00 PM
