The Sentient Meat Crafting illusory Identities


Commemorance of Jesus, erected Indian heads,
Tranies in green neon heals, cursing the planet.
Sweet slacker on the stairs of the city council,
George Frederic declaring bells unlooked for at 2am.
Permeable oak casks and distilleries, evaporating onto the cobble stones.
Bolted churches and hotel doors as if the wooden sheep cannot spot an entrance.

Celery against pepper, tabasco and lime meet the meat between the smoked teeth.
Red vodka down the throat, bleeding out.
On the carpet floors, the elevators and the stairways.
MD MD MD MA Nicolas Jaaring ambience of the Irish day.
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