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- If I was made with a purpose, it was to hunt shadows.
- But sometimes the gatherer breaks his lantern.
- And we think that only refers to food,
- but really, everytime I get baked I'm making bread
- to go glucose grow another other's extra heads.
- and really, everytime I get heated under that other hunter's lantern,
- the glucose comes from my bone marrow as surely as the sun sucks the color off our dead.
- So if his only real defense is the light he sheds,
- let's call him a hyena, a vulture, a scavenger instead?
- But what is wrong with that?
- Hyenas have among the strongest jaws in metaphor,
- sometimes a bit higher
- than the laws of science says,
- but "bite force" is more use to me lyrically than measured,
- as humans are the weakest mammals
- to ever steadily rule the planet with strength.
- So the comparison is apt!
- A T-Rex could crush any of us in half
- but lose the choice cuts underfoot to ravaging next-generation clansmen.
- But calling them hip kids less than outstanding is a
- difficult sell when grandstanding for their
- If lizard people exist, a demonic T-Rex was their
- way-back-when daddy!
- So if they're listening - they're not -
- I should take back all of this deranged rambling.
- I'm high again, by the way. That's a poor excuse.
- Being high is slow motion thoughts
- and jerky, extended square-cube law effects -
- I wonder if my neurons are affected,
- so more connections in the center that clog up incoming traffic
- The brain is a data center city, and the the the muscles are server farms -
- same thing, by the way, but feed me more grains
- More cattle, more poetry prattle; big drain now from Africa,
- we'll pay for tuition but not a ticket back -
- why develop their ports-in when we'll import it all back?
- Being high is writing these words and making them make sense.
- They're my steed, beast of flight, and adventure trip bike.
- Being high is hearing these words and letting them make sense.
- With the vision of eagles you'll steal up mud friends -
- The bloodbaths don't lack for wounded to take in.
- Grow 'em up right 'n expose them to fighting,
- then sic 'em on weak ones, or just kill em 'then;
- You could feed of sadness and do no real damage,
- but you'd rather be leeches?
- They're greasy, slimy, and completely indecent,
- naturally unattractive to a thin skinned being
- (who, nonetheless doesn't breath through it),
- and unnaturally attractive to any person not agreeing.
- Hyenas are glossy, warm, and like cuddle puddles.
- And if some of us like slime piles,
- there's just some more goop in they head's luggage.
- I'll accept my cousin who eats bugs when there's nothing.
- Oh, and I've got something, dude!
- These droppings -
- I'm off to consume the next, yes, second-to-best crew.
- I'd like to choose better, but what can one do?
- This scaly hyena with short legs but deep claws
- has got em all on the girl I would do.
- We'll bring it full circle, when I was sitting, wishing, hoping
- she'd find her way home.
- But I found a fire inside of me, and made a paper lantern to shield the flame
- and shed the light.
- Our homestead's not much, but we had love and two bullets.
- I'm clutching my rifle, but focused on her tracks.
- Like dumb forest creatures, we left each other abandonded.
- My planning is good, it's good-goddamn manic;
- I'm writing this poem at noon in my head
- and I might at midnight put it in action.
- We had a good thing going; I seemed like 968,
- but you were 1053 with everything, you were so great.
- I found an audience to work my own magic,
- beacuse to you I did have it!
- Everyone else sees through,
- it's true, you can ask em.
- You were the only one fooled,
- but I slipped up, my habit.
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