Posted by Jai Narayan on October 4, 2004, at 9:19:25
In reply to poem ... Pinches of Tender Yeti Tongue, posted by Atticus on September 30, 2004, at 23:21:49
> Pinches of Tender Yeti Tongue
>
> An ancient yellow one-eyed idol
> Caught a midnight flight from Katmandu,
> Had heard of golden-arched marked temples
> Gilded shrines of holy plastic heaven
> Where Happub·lic·lypy Meal-healed pilgrims
> Sought out sacramental wafers,
> Fried slender slices of sacred cow,**oh my, this poem gave me chills. It's so excellent. I am titillated to my soul.
> Took a McJob as a late-shift fry cook,
> Wore a perky little paper hat,
> Wove ancient spells in the boiling oil
> When no one else was looking
> To create onion rings to die for,
> Transcendental tastes of pure nirvana.**when I was a sikh cook this is exactly what I thought I was doing. My goodness....your words are pure nirvana.
>
> Placed a curse on his surly manager
> In the name of most revered Ronald McDonald
> And his boss dropped dead upon the spot,
> So now no one fu**s with the idol at all,
> And customers flock like fevered pigeons
> To taste the magically treated fries
> That he sprinkles with the blood of virgins
> And pinches of tender Yeti tongue.***ohhhhhhhh!!!!! chills
> Management’s had its eye on this fast-food star
> Who converses with 12,000-year-old gods,***oh, oh oh....chills. You defiantly have your fingers on something so divine in your poems....I love them all if they were children each with the most exquisite faces. I am enthralled.
> And adds powdered bones
> Plucked from slow-roasted chimera
> To spice up his McRibs secret sauce.
>
> His unseen kingdom, hidden in plain sight,
> Now includes 1,500 far-flung franchises,
> Well-disguised doors to a dark dimension,
> Where he speaks in long-ago forbidden phrases
> While writing taboo symbols in blood-red ketchup**love it!
> On pickle-dressed ground-beef patty parchment
> Waiting for the day when his millionth
> Supplicant approaches the counter altar to offer alms**So was that you...were you the one....Neo?
> And bites into a burger that unlocks the cages
> Of countless towering tentacled
> Super-sized demonic behemoths,
> Leaving phosphorescent snail trails in their wake
> As they flood the planet from 1,500 portals,
> Ancient evil from a time before there was time,
> In response to the idol’s preplanned signal,
> “Say, pal, do you want fries with that?”
> -- Atticusthank you is too quiet of a response. but thank you is what I feel after this new feast.
I bought a chapbook by this guy James Tate he had 20 poems in it. It cost me $8.95. I was happy to pay it.
I could see you at one of these readings. Have you, do you read your poetry publicly?
my best to you this fine monday morning.
Jai
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