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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 Happy Meal-healed pilgrims
Sought out sacramental wafers,
Fried slender slices of sacred cow,
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.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.
Management’s had its eye on this fast-food star
Who converses with 12,000-year-old gods,
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
On pickle-dressed ground-beef patty parchment
Waiting for the day when his millionth
Supplicant approaches the counter altar to offer alms
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?”
-- Atticus
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
Posted by Atticus on October 4, 2004, at 14:07:39
In reply to Re: poem ... Pinches of Tender Yeti Tongue, posted by Jai Narayan on October 4, 2004, at 9:19:25
Hi Jai,
No, the supplicant/diner wasn't me. I don't eat in McDonald's -- my cholesterol would go through the roof. I figure he was just some poor shmoe who wandered in, ordered a Big Mac, unleashed horrors from H.P. Lovecraft (supersized ones, just like the fries you can order), and accidentally unleashed Armageddon. I somehow just got taken with the idea of an ancient evil god employing modern capitalism to take over the world, using fast-food franchises as his temples (I guess they're already ours). The idea came when I took a good look at a set of those "Golden Arches" at McDonald's and thought about how reminiscent of a pagan temple they were. Then I remembered the opening lines from a poem by Ruyard Kipling: "There's a yellow, one-eyed idol/North of Katmandu..." I put the two together to come up with a kind of trippy scenario. I really like taking the ancient and melding it with the contemporary. More often, I apply trappings of the Catholicism of my youth to secular subject, such as in the poem about Kerouac or the one about the ubiquitous Hello Kitty. I do have Catholicism to thank for handing me a ton of ready-made and resonant metaphors. Hope your foot is coming along well. Ta. ;) Atticus
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