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Fred Schrott Jul 2014
There’s a favorite culinary dish in town;
it’s known as the synapse shish kebab.
It’s high in protein as well as fat, and it comes
with a garlic-infused broccoli rabe,
available with a choice of couscous or rice.
The palate will most likely be enticed, just like
another common John who swears to us that he
again has done absolutely nothing wrong.
It pairs nicely with an eighties chenin blanc,
gray matter that’s grilled to sheer perfection,
smoked all day, and is guaranteed satisfaction,
seemingly like an old, rambling rolling stone.
The lights are on—but nobody’s buying homes.
An opera singer that is deaf to certain tones,
this is definitely not regal crumpets and tea—
“heart-healthy nutrition,” all our medics agree.
There’s a new critically acclaimed dish around;
it’s the slow-roasted synapse shish kebab,
moderately priced, and portions are family style—
passed-down secret recipes from west of the Nile,
and also numbers that won’t make your wallet sob
like a big, bad, dark, overly loaded cloud.
Give it a try, and then shout it out loud:
synapse shish kebab!
From, The Transitive Nightfall Of Diamonds, due out 8/14 from iUniverse books
diivandt Jun 2014
Stare
and
Stare
and
Stare
my eyes are dry and heavy

Wait
and
Wait
and
Wait
for something to breach the levy

but
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
will ever set me free

I'm doomed to stay inside my mind
for all Eternity
this piece of writing in particular brings back a swell of emotions, profound and otherwise. it was written about my first psychedelic experience, a memory i hold very close to my heart for many reasons.

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