http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com Multi-tyned Poems Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:57:45 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/189 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/189#comments Mon, 18 May 2009 08:22:00 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=189 middle mangement –
can’t even control their
own middles
their crunch starts at home
one thousand, two thousand, three

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/189/feed 0 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/188 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/188#comments Thu, 30 Apr 2009 20:22:35 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=188 Today I’m eating my dog.  His bones give a literal feeling to the credit crunch as I crack them in my month for marrow.  The old man dispatched him quickly; all over the country.  His soft white fur lines the slippers of several lawyers wife’s, his meat is resting in the window of a well known middle class butcher and his skull will soon be high London art.  I’m left with a bag of bones and bits for soup.  I threaded a dewclaw onto a tendon and fastened it around my neck and boiled the rest in tined peach juice.  He’ll warm cleaner feet tonight, but I won’t have to share my breakfast cabbage.  When the world turns my way again, I’ll use the DNA from the claw to clone him anew and after church we’ll once more dance in the local park before a heaped Sunday lunch. A Candle Maker is never out of work for long, so I’ll sleep deep for the morrow.

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