City Meat
by G.E. Simons
Honey fin vinegar coagulates in rinds
Beneath the dorsal incisions
Of red snappers, flaccid on porcelain slabs
Tangled in jellied window hooklands
Flourished with Rastafarian garlands
And brown glass bottles of colic milk stout
Bluish drums of bloated white fish bellies
Greying cattle tongues and pig hocks
Are left at collection points in commerce zones
And loaded onto corroding junk yard flatbeds
Bleached of slobber offal with power hoses
Internal meat shanks for Sheffield boil down houses
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Author's Note
Eat the city!
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Very dark with images of everyday violence. Makes one feel guilty just reading this. "*:
This gave me an olfactory hallucination. *
"Flourished with Rastafarian garlands
And brown glass bottles of colic milk stout"
A great turn of phrase. It's all very, very visual. It does it's job well. *
This is poetry, the kind I prefer anyways. Full of the sensory and powerfully drunk on language. Wow.