carcass

I have a horror of meat & the rotting
portions of dead cows
the intestines & parts you never
taste or think about
Some people think
it's fun grinding carcasses down to bonemeal
After all
what is war for if not for eating
little children before they starve to death?
Take a number
order a leg, an ear, a mouth,
a groin
like a tibetan meditating on worms
you desire flesh the way I do
 
 
 
Velvet Claw

I touch you
like an emerald drop of light
on the forehead of a catatonic saint
Web-fingered
with two brains of gelatin
& mollasses
hungry for the sticky parts
of your rotting soul
do you know the sacred vow
to initiate orgies,
raise the dead,
open vaults to the little bat child
who brings damnation?
Sun storms of flesh pressed in the glass
loom of the sky
do you know
a strange star protects us?
 


Asleep at the Morgue

do you know the sacred vow
to initiate orgies,
raise the dead,
open vaults to the little child
who brings damnation?
flames of alcohol boiling gods of
anger
do you know corpses
come back to life
shivering in doorways?


 
Electric Fan Haiku

walking around
I am inspired to take
a trip
to the dump

     *
sandals on the floor
money in the till
what more do you
want?

     *
coming up the steps of city hall
the japanese tourists like
Betty's kimono

     *
vapors of polyurethane
everything looks
wet

     *
clacking on its stand
the electric fan fills the room
with court bugaku music

     *
clink of bottles, rustle of torn cardboard
trash for some
money for others

     *
the memory of the computer doesn't last
neither does mine

     *
perfect human being
filled with imperfections
am I bliss, am I opal,
am I a forgotton photo
hanging in your mind?
  
     *
stems, twigs
sticky green crystals
sifting the leaf
she's stoned.

All collages by Ronnie Burk.

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