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Vietnamese Dog Steaks (Free verse) by DreamerSupreme Silence
smoke rising
the dogs have started barking
if only I could make use of a hammer
and nail their mouths shut...
Jesus, can't I just
write, rant, howl,-
grind these words to dust
and spice up this
space soup
that dances between my eyes
boiling in mid-air
only to be reduced
to wasted steam
the last cough
of the exhaust pipe
before death
more silence
and barking mongrels?
Isn't there some starving
vietnamese children
that love dog steaks-
perhaps around here, nearby?
Put a hit on every mutt
on this suburban
shit street
canine retreat from hell
and pay with the carcasses?
A perfect murder
silence of the dogs
and acid trippin
in vietnam rice fields
with an m-16 machine gun
surrounded by dog skulls
and starving viet children.
If only america
would let me be cruel to animals
I wouldn't have to kill people
Bullshit ofcourse
since theres more than enough room
underground in
silence.
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Posted: January 7, 2004 2:06 PM PST; Last modified: January 7, 2004 2:07 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.2622466 Overall Rank: 3974 Comments:
here's a bone for your dogs.
Won't be long before you'll see what they look like processed in the dream lab. (Might even break it into seperate poems and see what that gets me)
Thanks man, and if you wouldn't mind could you gimme your take on Waitin to inhale?
In a flash our hero launches from his desk chair, trips on the chair leg and falls headlong into the doorjamb!
note: the flash was a camera flash going off as he tries to get out of his chair.
Seeing the light can do lots of things to a man.
Hey listen i foughted in vietnam. hey listen...goota go nowe
YOU DID?
I DIDN'T. BUT I FEED LIL STARVING COMMUNIST CHILDREN AND AM ALSO ENGAGED IN THE ASIAN DOG WAR. But I still think its fucking great to be on hallucinogens, which has nothing to do with "new age hippie-ism". And I'm very sorry that you have brain damage because of your PCP habit. Did the evil deviloak monstrosity beckon his slave to clean up your own bloody remains?? Thats horrible. But I don't feed crazy war vetrans, sorry yet again. And yes, you are special. In a galaxie far far away. 276 view(s)
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Didn't really consider touching it up,
but where else do you think I should tweak'n meliorate?
....and now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
I see three possibilities. In no particular order, the writers block thing (s-2), a poem about the sadness of people eating dogs(I know it's a staple, to them). And the (starving viet kids who like dog steaks) which says to me,"where are the poets who like crude poetry?". This is where I raise my hand. I heard some Ginsberg-ish echos here. Good enough? I can feel my hair silvering.
He had some killers. ha!
Actually I've been reading up on alot of the rankers here, plus the old comments? Are fucking hilarious.
You know, my father was a truck driver when he was sixteen up until around twenty-eight or so before he took basic asm classes..
He ended up working for Amdahl and IBM later on.. and he never passed the 8th grade. (Not bad for a rough neck trucker eh?)
Does it really matter that your truckin' the usa? Your pushin it to the max either way..
And time is a funny son of a bitch. Honestly.
He also wrote erotic stories, in french though. (maybe hes to blame for my poetic quirks? too many options to count.. heh)
Don't worry bout the spelling, really, your talking to the shit-head that mispelled "harlot" among other things. lol.