Brendan Lorber and Tracey McTague

 

Beat Meat Freebie

Easedrop on the clovers
I got no problem with
your mind/body When you 
find a body in the woods
does it make a sound? 
And other ontological issues 
of my other self's 
show me state of being 
a pinwheel on the inside 
of hothead police and
the ill-delusion of 
their fresh cut night stick
& freebie cold cuts
for dropout knockers

Four on the Floor

1.
I hate to stick it to you but
I thought you said something bigger
& tall for your underage drinking habits
Your clever punk metal studs
open the loopy fabric on my stretch marks
& bleed the asphalt blemish from irony
I thought I had a ship that the water
would never go through, nor hope, nor love
nor Fleur di lees for colonial banquets
optimistic packaging awaits us beyond
this valley echoing with the laments of
nordic spa-goers and the ghost of
Stanislovsky who never really loved me
All breath & starch - for what?
For the number of crows mounts
On the poor man's timber - I bet 
My dog wouldn't even bite you 
if you were made of meat

2.
"Released at last from the shackles of your
enfeebled mind; I harness your pathetic earnestness
for the endless delight of twigs & berries."
This might make you beat the system
but not without getting a beating
from the cans of "relentless hair"
to be brought forth from the insurrection of baldies
who framed their own mothers without
help or hindrance of my famous truncheon
adorned with the face of all such mothers
barren by the weight of their own daisy words.
They are all filter tip, all sock of coal
in the tank, hankie on your nose
A bangup job you did - before all else - before Now
and a little after
Another crease - this needs the bone.
The bone? The bone.

3.
Priority tambourine offices
closed for the holiday
opening in demigogic fortitude
my defecting Soviet sinus infection
makes me a heavy breather on long distance
& loaf in my lighter under the stars The stars
smell like freshly disinfected clinics 
in the halls of a benevolent Swiss 
institute founded on the premise
that your handicaps make you "special" 
to me & your member makes you
an organization with adherents
of endless eggs & fortunate gladhanding fools
who never take their holiday
without budgeting the mardi gras accessories
but they still run out halfway
through the rubboard. Allons! Allons dancez!

2.
Was I mistaken when I
fell into the pop gimmicks of 
the afro-saxon bubble rapper
feet first - there were never
optical reasons for infidelity
Number one: Delicious Hubble hut
& a lens that wouldn't quit
breaking two: by two's
Electric my bionic saltwounds
in my bucktoothed bathwater
the civics lesson in it for 
the chick flick's crying orgasm
and a biology teacher who only has one
drawer left of eyes for you
Except for you & your illness of gratitude
Sting only knew gym students between classes
Middle class gym students throwing
good money after bad music
precludes a broken nose of merit
the stumpy second child & his untied laces

 

 

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