#vegan
Thinking you know better than other kinds
is a slippery slope
and you're headed down the decline.
Where do you draw the line?
A warm embrace just to get close
to administer a dose.
You've become so cold.
When you speak your mind
you sound like a monster.
Your grin resembles a grimace
and your insistence to impose
has cost your credibility.
You'll find my dignity in hearing no!
You are a hypocrite.
Don't you dare touch me.
Don't freakin' mock me.
You don't have my consent.
I've made my own plans
and none of them involve you, man.
You are a hypocrite.
Don't you dare touch me.
Don't freakin' mock me.
You don't have my consent.
I've made my own plans
and none of them involve you, man.
My rights begin where yours end.
Thinking you know better than other kinds
is a slippery slope
and you're headed down the decline.
Your confidence is performative
and your intelligence is laced with arrogance.
My ignorance is an invalid excuse
for your violation.
Appeal to your emotion is fruitless
so here's some food for thought.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC
**** or be killed?
They have nothing for which to live.
The stress in their throats is insignificant,
I can't hear my voice over their pathetic growls.
Just sleight of hand and I silence them all.
Humanely, their deaths were natural.
They bit the hand that fed them,
they asked for this.
The pyramid says they deserve it,
****** for generations to come.
Their sons, not man enough to roam this town.
Within free range I've bound their daughters
and milked them 'til they loved me
then I slayed them before I loved them.
I gave them everything,
the least they could do is lay down their lives.
The stench of wickedness
is masked by the aroma
of pure & righteous herbs
but its nature indisputably
is a product of death.
Those who wage suffering
will be impaired by disease.
Those who harvest vitality
will be invigorated by nourishment.
Reap what you sow.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
I sing a song to celebrate three special lives
Who joined my own, and brought meaning to my world
Three seeds, three saplings born from love
A treasured boy, and two precious little girls
The Oak
My first seed was like an acorn, hanging stubbornly to my branch
Modest, humble and always true and mild
My jolly little chattering friend
My curious little unassuming child
Did become an Oak, firm and unmovable
Loyal to the earth and life's heartbeat
Caring for the lowly, and the little creatures
Giving shelter from this selfish world's scorching heat
Devoted and faithful to his roots and soil
And bearing fruits of compassion and empathy
As the oak pushes ever upwards and ever deeper
So he pushes on towards justice and equality
To see him – stand alone, in the cold dark street
Braving enmity and disdain and anger's darts
So that other lesser creatures might be allowed to live
Causes love, and pride, and joy to swell in my heart
The Rose
The gentle Rose that arose from the tilled soil of love
With the sweet scent of innocence and purity
With soft silken petals of tenderness
And thorns that pull it skywards, in curiosity
This gentle, trusting soul, with bursting generous heart
Though fearful for herself in this dark world
Is courageous on behalf of many others
With a bravery beyond the little girl
Even when this spiteful world overwhelms her
She hurries to the side of those in despair and pain
And I have seen her face her greatest fears and monsters
To glorify her Creator's slandered name
With faith and loyalty to her God
Her faith stronger than mine could ever be.
She knew her heavenly Father, before her earthly father did
And that brings so much joy and pride to me
The Sweet Pea
The slender stem searched for sunlight and warmth
The Sweet Pea climbs enthusiastically
Seeking out the light and gentle rain
And embellishes the world around with colour and beauty
This little child was sweet and shy and eager
Ever wanting to know and be loved
Directs her kindness to others, despite her own despair
Directs her gratitude and praises to God
Her eyes excited at God's precious secrets
Her mildness matched only by her zeal
For what is just, and what is good, and what is fair
And the love in her that is openly revealed
She lifts her voice to comfort and inspire others
And I see her firm resolve – despite her pain
And it fills me with wonder and with pride
And often makes me want to try again
They are not perfect, and they often they make mistakes
And sometimes have let me down in darker times
Yet, even though I have not always been in union with them
I never doubt their love in my heart and mind
And these three shoots of hope that God has given me
To enrich my life and remind me of Him above
Have made me proud, and glad to be a father
And will forever be my seeds of joy, and love
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
California Kids
I’ll call you up on Saturday
And invite you over.
Take the 101, 110 and 1;
(Sounds like an equation!)
And you’re there.
Just use your GPS..
There’ll be a party at my house,
Daft Punk playing on the Echo.
It’ll be epic, Echoic!
With some vintage’ tunes,
Crankin’ the Beach Boys,
Watching surfers
Shredding out-the-back,
Past prowling sharks in the shallows.
Lets go to the dunes and maybe kiss.
I know that you miss me,
So don’t ask me why
And when you come,
I won’t ask
“What are you doing here?”
We’ll eat fish tacos,
Guacamole, Pico de Gallo
And drink margaritas
While we debate French new wave,
I’ll praise Truffaut while you
Tell me that Scorsese is the man.
When we get drunk enough
I will suggest a walk
Along the iridescent surf.
You should say yes because
I’m safe now that I drive electric,
That I turned vegan
(sorry about the fish)
and wear cruelty-free clothes.
I don’t grill snapper anymore
And take my shoes off inside the door.
Maybe we’ll make it to Tower 28,
Lay down and watch the full moon
Like Jim Morrison did to write.
I’ll tell you I’m glad you’re alive—
I’m no poet, but you know that.
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 3:52 PM UTC
I am vegan.
But you eat pizza with cheese sometimes.
But you shouldn't eat mock meat.
You have to justify why.
I am a feminist.
But I am a good white guy.
But then you hate men.
You have to justify why.
I am sick.
Of having to explain myself.
Of having to behave perfectly.
As soon as they label me.
I am tired.
Of saying the same thing
Over and over again.
And I wonder in silence
Why we can't all be
vegan and feminist.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
The lake is little different
chlorella puts a green coat on her
when the wind comes
thick ripples appear
remnants of lotus and withered reeds
some pierce up the sky
some bow to the water
the branches of willow on the shore
still they keep the same demeanor
they like touching the tip of your nose
sometimes you bump into their arms
little surprises await in the cold
of wind and drizzle
you walk slowly on the periphery
in the fine rain of the morning
vivid knotweed guarding the mound
lettuce offers four-petal florets
radish flowers are not in full bloom yet
though the rain of last night
is still hanging around the corner of your eye
the lively vegetable farm by
the lake doesn't lie
little cabbages aren't afraid
when we lean forward we see
it is a fun-sized garden.
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
Brown Brown brown
A majestic salute
Of this **** on bone
Into my mouth
Irreverent despise
This effigious moment
Of makes my surmise
Of this meat from this plate
Surety tu sate
It's Satan's will
In deep do I swill
Of all the kingdom's fawn
Fauna's adorn
Adorn ornate
From the midth of my plate
Into my bellies belie
Belittle my sweet tooth
From tooth suit sooth
The feel of my carnivorous desire
And it's encroach
To ****** from the animal kingdom
A bane or benign male
Or of femality
A skinned creature or scaled
Once skinned then scaled
To the nth of my teeth
From it's evolutionary course
To my 'mmms' whence eat
"I farm therefore I am"
My requite
My requiem
It's internment within my duodenum
If we as homosapien
We're a little lower
Of the evolutionary ladder
A little closer
To the whipchuk and adder
Perhaps this incongruity
Would seem of insurmount
That we would not take from the platter
Of that skitter skatter
Of paws and of hoof
Of feather and of scale
For it not our right
To interrupt the plight
Of species cultural agare
And of universal development
Of ******** disposition
And it's extant
Perhaps we'd be more likely
To drop a tear
Than a mensonge long of langue
A salivating spittle
Like the whistle and the sizzle
Of that press upon the plate
Of heated black iron
The steam and the vapour
Testament to the savour
To the saviour of the meal
As any connoisseur can tell you
Unless they alien to meat
The saviour of the meal
That muscular tender form
That reared from the twinkle
To the wink
The seed met it's drink
The phoetus
To the expressed
******** delight
This formling's fledgling plight
As it's eyes burn to new light
Of its heart and marrow and sinew
All fodder to our ensue
Of it's marriage to this world
Now married to our plate
Its existence to sate
Our sensory intuition
And if questioned
The lesser the tuition
Of salt and fat to the sate
Of blood and metal to the taste
Of bone and cartilage the waste
Unless hungry enough to chew
And **** it's marrow clean
And this meal
As if adieou
Of all memory
Of that beast's sense
Of this reality
And this brown brown brown
The king and capital of plate
And our position upon the evolutionary ladder
A little less seemingly madder
Of this culture of interrupting culture
For the satisfaction of our tongue
And of this insanity
Most seemingly insane
Shall affirm of our humane
As our cultural attest
To the other species detest
That the brown brown brown
Be a salute
From fork to mute
Of our common humanity
For whose going to stop us
The birds or the bees
And this brown brown brown
Be the flag of the humanity we wear
From infamy of mind
To the pork and the pear
Laid bare
Upon our shirt or lapel
Surely if we are to grapple
With ideas of genocide's justification
It's after picking the brown fibre
Of a pig's won't to pork
Upon your new shirt
With a clean silver fork
Or after dessert
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 1:56 AM UTC
I don't eat no beef
No **** no lamb no swine
Only on the verdurous etch
Doest I within my thine I dine
I don't eat Jellie and sauces slick with ill
Confounded with animal ****
Nor powders and honeys dripping and grime
Spent with the wretch of genocide's time
I don't hunt for game or trophy ****
I don't glorify **** or bile or swill
I don't bow to the customs and conventions of now
Now matter what serve of the demonic a sow
I don't **** my brother or sister for food
It's not blood on my hands that's reddened and hued
So why take the life of an innocent babe?
An animal born here of terrestrial habe?
What for the taste of delicious a flesh?
To accompany sauce Cantonese wan szech?
Or is it to sate gastronomy?
That bloodies the hands of you and me?
That forces the carnivore?
To act the ****** *****
And ***** an animal innocent and bright
Is this self deified act requite?
What do you proclaim to be?
To ****** an animal's right to be?
A god with insight and power so great?
To forsake your right to heaven with hate?
Or a devil or demon anon?
To justify your sleepy murderous throng?
Or merely a human who follows the lead?
Of our common culture's bane banal creed?
So what is it that drives you to the deed exact?
To cut the throat of creatures in act?
Are you saying that murders ok?
And you'd enact this upon your own whether or may?
If you could knock or whack a human for merely the taste of its flesh?
And not because their discord did not mesh?
With your idea of what justifies life?
And end a being forever of strife?
Is it ok for aliens to prey?
Upon our earthen developments stay?
And enslave our species to sate their gut?
To fawn and feed and slupper and glut?
Because they have a higher IQ?
Or more dextrous fingers with which to hew?
Are you sure you want to be an unthinking one?
Of the masses maraud and to the deed done?
As somnambulist reaching with a laden gun
And end life forthwith no winner or won
Unless you count dinner to the taste of your tongue
Trained since a child to sing the song sung
Of the glory of meat as to salivate and savour
As if bowing to the idea of what will crave ya
Haven't you ever heard of an acquired taste?
Well couldn't we now apply this with grace?
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 11:48 PM UTC
Brown Brown brown
A majestic salute
Of this **** on bone
Into my mouth
Irreverent despise
This effigious moment
Of makes my surmise
Of this meat from this plate
Surety tu sate
It's Satan's will
In deep do I swill
Of all the kingdom's fawn
Fauna's adorn
Adorn ornate
From the midth of my plate
Into my bellies belie
Belittle my sweet tooth
From tooth suit sooth
The feel of my carnivorous desire
And it's encroach
To ****** from the animal kingdom
A bane or benign male
Or of femality
A skinned creature or scaled
Once skinned then scaled
To the nth of my teeth
From it's evolutionary course
To my 'mmms' whence eat
"I farm therefore I am"
My requite
My requiem
It's internment within my duodenum
If we as homosapien
We're a little lower
Of the evolutionary ladder
A little closer
To the whipchuk and adder
Perhaps this incongruity
Would seem of insurmount
That we would not take from the platter
Of that skitter skatter
Of paws and of hoof
Of feather and of scale
For it not our right
To interrupt the plight
Of species cultural agare
And of universal development
Of ******** disposition
And it's extant
Perhaps we'd be more likely
To drop a tear
Than a longe long of langue
A salivating spittle
Like the whistle and the sizzle
Of that press upon the plate
Of heated black iron
The steam and the vapour
Testament to the savour
To the saviour of the meal
As any connoisseur can tell you
Unless they alien to meat
The saviour of the meal
That muscular tender form
That reared from the twinkle
To the wink
The seed met it's drink
The phoetus
To the expressed
******** delight
This formling's fledgling plight
As it's eyes burn to new light
Of its heart and marrow and sinew
All fodder to our ensue
Of it's marriage to this world
Now married to our plate
Its existence to sate
Our sensory intuition
And if questioned
The lesser the tuition
Of salt and fat to the sate
Of blood and metal to the taste
Of bone and cartilage the waste
Unless hungry enough to chew
And **** it's marrow clean
And this meal
As if adieou
Of all memory
Of that beast's sense
Of this reality
And this brown brown brown
The king and capital of plate
And our position upon the evolutionary ladder
A little less seemingly madder
Of this culture of interrupting culture
For the satisfaction of our tongue
And of this insanity
Most seemingly insane
Shall affirm of our humane
As our cultural attest
To the other species detest
That the brown brown brown
Be a salute
From fork to mute
Of our common humanity
For whose going to stop us
The birds or the bees
And this brown brown brown
Be the flag of the humanity we wear
From infamy of mind
To the pork and the pear
Laid bare
Upon our shirt or lapel
Surely if we are to grapple
With ideas of genocide's justification
It's after picking the brown fibre
Of a pig's won't to pork
Upon your new shirt
With a clean silver fork
Or after dessert
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:19 AM UTC
Little dog running hard
toward the parked cars
looking and sniffing
then rushes to the next one
panting
eyes filled with anxiety
seeking the owner who abandoned it
big round eyes all teary
it must be thinking sadly
"if i get to become a human in the next life
i will do anything to be kind
adopt a cute puppy
and stay with it
until the end of time."
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
Today I received
A pocket-warmed Hershey kiss
Not permitted by the laws of veganism.
An obligatory Orange Crush from a friend
Only because I bought one for her.
A fresh wave of desire
The sun colored your hair golden.
A complimentary punch in the gut
That smile used to be reserved for me.
A dose of Focalin
To focus on something other than you.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
W*e are the same being
different bodies and shape
different species
it is the same
but alive in this moment
same part of ecosystem
how do you **** a life
same pain as mine
is it so easy
would you **** me too,
but you are killing me
all the same*.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
What do I have at my disposal?
A knack for always wanting to write
My intuitive messages down.
But it’s got no substance,
It’s got no meat.
I’m all bread and cheese and
Condiment without any meat.
It’s fitting for a vegan, I suppose,
But not for a poet.
The poet has to lead breadcrumbs
For the reader in order to get to the meat
Of the poem, the substance, the protein.
Where is it?
I’m lacking substance where I have all these
Nice little toppings and sauces and vegetables,
I have a dipping sauce for this sandwich,
But no meat!
I have to go to the store,
I have to keep honing my skill.
I have to develop a hunger for meat.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
“Normality” people cry
And I can’t help but ask
Why?
A slave to the wage
Already trapped in a cage
What is it about life before
That you are all grieving so much for?
The freedom of which you speak
Having to book a holiday for a ******* week
Yes I miss a warm embrace
I want him here kissing my face
Technology overload
So ***** I’ll explode
Yet somehow I know
That back to ‘normal’
Is not where I want to go
When this is over
You’ll book that holiday
And take the next flight
To some far away place
To have the same sun
On your face
Then back to your cage
A slave to the wage
This simulation was not a success
Mother Nature cries
You’re all a ******* mess
She’s given you a chance
A time to pause
To reflect
To ponder
To dream
Yet you dare not ask
What does all this mean?
Do you sit there and wait
For world leaders
To decide your fate?
Will you choose to do good?
To have compassion for those
Where isolation is all they know?
Locked away behind bars
With their trauma and their scars
Out of site
Out of mind
They’ve been left behind
When this is over
I’ll ask myself the question
What do I yearn for?
And the answer will be
As it’s always has been
Freedom
From normality
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
When we won’t slow down
Mother Earth does it for us
We are the virus
We poisoned ourselves
Sit with yourself
Look inside
What do you need to be happy?
Just your breath
Your aliveness
Love for all beings
Is enough
Simplicity heals
Greed is killing us
Stop using and consuming the earth...
and the animals
Before we are all stopped
For good
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
“I do not feel superior because I'm vegan. The truth is I am vegan because I do not feel superior to others.”
—Michele McCowan.
It’s more accurately a principle that we shouldn’t subject anyone to our wants and/or needs.
The bottom line isn’t whether we believe ourselves to be better people. The question is not what we are, but what we think, and what we do as a result of what we think. The issue is about ideas and behaviors, not people.
Those of us who reject cannibalism do not think we are "better" than cannibals, do we? We only believe that there are ways of acting that are better than others according to ethics.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up & sideways turned horizontally truthful said the vegan Aardvark.
THE Policeman chewed his m0uth-side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) & my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared for me. The rest of this delirious-prose is buried in an unmarked book within a discount store on the far side of the Moon.
::02.??.2020::
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
will I keep my secrets?
shave my legs on the shower floor
imagine how things can be
cool **** by chastity belt playing on my apple tv
check back soon, check in with me
a vegan soup diet
black coffee
diet coke from the bottle
one potato cake
and savoys: an australian classic
poems, poems, poems
words that rhyme
off rhymes — no rhymes
forced a non sequitur
confess, confess
confide and abort
remake dating app profiles over and over
pictures of me: two years old
women - women - women - women
a cup *******
not even a cup *******
***** mirror — bathroom sink
want a cortado? — past memories
mediterranean wholesalers — sydney road
buying glassware in south melbourne
i dream of mozzarella
dairy — unethical
and oysters — the cruelty
be cruel to me, be my bully
kiss me on the lips softly
your tongue in my mouth
you taste like campari
my americano
negroni lesbians
discuss films
you'll mention jim jarmusch
coffee and cigarettes
winona ryder — taxi cab
in los angeles
and i was once an actress
consider me retired
break down the barriers
scream inside yourself
let everyone in until you can't take it
be left alone
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
my heart belongs to tofu
soy milk runs through my veins
silken or firm; dressed up or naked
straight from the fridge and straight to my heart
dine with a passion, this curd is an art
juicy and delicious, chewy gooey soft
bless me with your bean, bless me with your froth
on the top of my latte, you glisten in the sun
oh soy, my boy, my joy; you are my life blood
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
another wet dream last night
the things you make my body do
restraint and self control
all in the name of you
understand that I'm red blooded
and the flesh I can't resist
so close, so firm, so tender
even in sleep I must persist
a stroke of your hand brings pleasure
the juice off your lips a treat
but sweetheart you're a vegan
and my wet dreams are of meat.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
The calf needs to suckle milk.
The farmer wants to sell it.
The farmer has a sharp knife
and a captive bolt gun.
The calf has wobbly legs
and wide set innocent eyes.
We get the milk
and the calf gets slaughtered.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
Beneath the cloth and within a wire cage exists a living, breathing sentient being that is owned by the artist. Although the creature may seem to be in distress, the artist gains an economic advantage through use of the creature in his work, and his economic interests are protected by law.
Please be aware that any tampering with the artwork, including removal of the cloth, shall be regarded as vandalism, and you may be required to purchase.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC