Porkopolis

Analogy of a Poem Forming called Pig

• ‘Pig’
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• I can be doing something better than this
• the vowels shoveled into the thoughts
• the sentences darting around like
• children at musical chairs
• the Poem is Forming from my wet
• raining day, muddy
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• It keeps me like a heroin
• atheist task, barnyard task
• i try to finish the words
• I think what you think about
• rhymes
• I block myself at a thought that would have
• filled fat the
• subject trough
• I would rather try smoke rings
• (two circles within a circle)
• or play at ‘eat without hands’
• but it needs itself, recycling itself
• garbage
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• It is coming towards me
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• I must be the solids carpenter
• or these wooden words (fenced in)
• must meet themselves without me
• or worse I try to be its reader
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• nails and slipping on two toes
• The farmer and I hammer away at each other
• nothing comes from us
• victory or food
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• the sleeping on sides
• the snotty crying
• the chains so
• delivered at the trucks curly tail gate
• I remember God, yours is the one that eats me.
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• pig
• now that’s a word you throw at me with egg shells.
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• and the poem is forged
• elsewhere
• and so it enters here
• as if no one else would have it
• in this sty.
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• Pig