mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (01/13/84)
(mincemeat used to drink a prodigious amount.)
Drinking Quasiaku
Oh, Ah, I'm getting drunk
In the warm wind and sun
My skin is singing, it's tight
My skin and I are getting
Tight together
We're very close, you see.
The top of my head is turning pink
The grey stuff inside is warm
The grey stuff knows, the knowledge grows,
I'm warmly and pinkly,
Oh so distinctly, drunk on my ass-
Drunk on my ass, but my ass doesn't mind
My ass is my friend, my nether end,
My ass thinks it's fine.
It's hot and I'm wet, I'm
Running sweat,
Singing a duet with my skeletal structure
My bones know the truth, the truth they tell,
They speak in secret subharmonics;
They tell me it's time to pee on the bushes.
My toes are touching things I see
Gravity is calling
Pretty soon, pretty good,
These things will know my presence,
Idiot boy grows up and falls down
How could I do any better?
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I'm weaving a cocoon of gossamer threads
A magical fog-silk of incredible strength;
My eyesight dims as I pull the strands tighter
My mind rolls back as I settle in.
Warm in my special bottle-made cozy
The ultimate couch for my final slumber
I will turn into soup and out of soup something
An entirely new thing will congeal.
Just like a butterfly I will emerge from my shroud
I will flap my damp wings whatever they are
Years of waiting come whole in a second
Metamorph, adult, I transcend everything.
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And I know this is leading nowhere
Or anyway nowhere good
But still this path suits my feet
It fits my style of walking,
And so I wander stagger lurch
Wobble on my road:
The question is what is there else
Does any way hold meaning
Dead a drunk or dead a saint
The worms are all that's waiting.
mr.mincemeat
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