i must hustle cause i’m made of spoil
moist rice skin
thinly incases soft fluttering organs
mucus coated elastic chicken bones
run throughout my parcel
they prop me doe-ing before the lumy screen
(the screen that volunteers us all)
emaciating into my work
through this communal portal i'll detonate my legend
my spirit shall decant and dispel gladly
in the world remaining
my cadaver will become acclimated
and re-meat the soil in an easy spill
no longer alienated my work will be utter
24/10/22
original version
I must hustle cause I’m made of spoil
moist rice skin
incasing soft fluttering organs
bones prop me doe-ing into lumy screen
in that world I’ll emaciate my legend
before in this one I re-meat the soil
MARK