This poem is from the anthology, Carnivorous Avenues. I wrote it sometime in the 90's, my dark period.
‘Scuse the stains, leftover chicken gizzard in the soup pot, universal tears flood the bile ducts. Cybermeat, and ranch dressing. See you next Thursday by the mulberry bough. I lost last night’s dream, and blue eyed Christina did a delicate death dance. Erotic subversions in the shadows. Cybermeat, and horseradish. Meet me next Thursday by the eucalyptus bough. I want to penetrate your soft silent soul. ‘Scuse the stains, yeast worms and cauliflower guts. Cybermeat, and primrose knockwurst. Sorry for the misunderstanding. I’m only a silly human being, and I want to penetrate your soft silent soul.
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