Meat is Murder! Or something.

New poems below!

I think I was in a weird mood yesterday when I was scratching these out in the margins of my notebook while I was supposed to be paying attention to other things.

I really wasn’t day dreaming about meat or anything weird.

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Chitin Entrée.

Chitin Entrée

by james bezerra

Pick rust nose thumbtacks

free-range garlic slugs

a head cheese mushroom

get my lichen spatula

salt, pepper, driveway gravel

pan seared bacteria

flash-frozen caterpillars

fried to battered butterflies

de-boned for your pleasure

comically dangerously sharp forks

hot wriggling in your mouth

swallow

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Thanksgiving is Coming.

Thanksgiving is Coming

by james bezerra

What

do they do

with 

all the turkey 
eyes?

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Schadenfreude Scalpers.

Schadenfreude Scalpers

by james bezerra

A limited-run performance art piece. Each night the artist loses a finger in a Victorian-era loom. Tickets are sold out for night ten. Scalpers are getting rich.

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Clogged.

Clogged

by james bezerra

Turns out

they haven’t

been regularly

cleaning the

meat grinder.

The extruders

have become

stopped, clogged,

pink meat

turned gray.

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