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I hold my pain between my teeth
sinking into its slug-like skin,
its smooth eyeless body flailing like a fish:
Its insides clear and liquid
bring the taste of canola oil and ash
as they drip down my chin.
Once limp I let it fall
into a skillet
fry it in baby fat and basil leaves,
throw in sliced onion and bits of garlic,
a pinch of ground pepper,
dip it in ginger sauce,
chew the head
then swallow the rest.
| Very descriptive, yet very closed. What happened to the carving of names? The title threw me off after reading the poem and the poem threw me waaay off. (nice :D) I liked it, wish I knew what you were talking about, but it was awesome all the same. |
Keep up the great work, and I'll keep reading
|| Posted on 2008-07-05 00:00:00 | by MinervaBlu | [ Reply to This ] || I once heard a poem about fish sticks that was phenomenal. I had me laughing out loud (which I don't often do in public). I like this somewhat if for no other reason than it is different. I wish I could break form the norm, but I just don't have it in me.|
Where did the title come form? Based on the title I was expecting something compleatly different.
|| Posted on 2008-07-03 00:00:00 | by nicodemous | [ Reply to This ] || This piece is pretty obscure. I don't have much to say about it. I dig it...I think.||| Posted on 2008-07-03 00:00:00 | by jayisademon | [ Reply to This ] |