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Performance art by Zhang Huan

Your words choke like a loud-ass

Dick down my throat

Ever blowing its blow-horn load like a

‘Nother murder she wrote

Lock, stock, run-of-the-mill anecdote

All you need is one more chart-topper

Formulai-ceutical heart-stopper

Pop that cap and purple pilly

On a southside alley in sunnyside Philly

Where Zappa’s pimp called “Willy”

‘S ready to take that beat from out the box

Be sure it never again breathes or talks

(Yet still, after my nature fails me and I lie bedridden by the world’s gang-rape-sadness, my beat goes that I have an impossible strength fit for taking on the world’s impossible tasks.)

Snap peas underground

Trapeze and I found

Big-tittied Irish Red

Dim-witted fly-fish dead

Oh dear! It happened to you:

Cochlear implanted voodoo.

The poet may or may not end up selling his soul.

But Lord, he’s still a poet.

 

©2013, Amaya Engleking

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8 comments

  1. The Existential Baker · March 15

    Very well done, I so related to all the references….

    • Gospel Isosceles · March 16

      Thanks dude, I thought you might like this beat-style one sharing the same themes you often write about.

  2. oldepunk · March 15

    This is brilliant!!!

  3. oldepunk · March 15

    Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
    Brilliant work from Amaya Engleking

  4. secretfirstdraft · March 17

    Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    Amaya Engleking/Gospel Isosceles

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