death buffet

Dogs in packs during the Japanese Imperial War
ate the villagers before turning on each other
preserved their own at the cost of near starvation
had more respect for their own
than soldiers did for their commanders
a pack led by an alpha dog
had a better memory than human historians
a sense of respect as keen as its sense of smell
canine memories carried for thousands of human years
carnal respect in no need of definitions
no dog in the pack ever questioned respect
not the thinnest one
nor the one eaten alive
they knew who earned it and who had to pay
so they held respect for that one village in particular
where people continued to honor dogs amid the ravages of war
it was the only village where a five-year-old girl could safely be left alone
she would pet the alpha
and tell it about her dead parents

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last two words
my entire life would pass before my eyes
all the poems would serve as cannon fodder
thoughts and feelings
mere kindling
death
not mine to own, just glorious to witness
two words and i am free

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but you only need 1 word
dear poet
if it takes you more than 1 second to know
then don’t worry about it
1 word
and i am that asshole to say it
i want to ruin your sleep
have a nightmare
you are 1 in a billion ready
strangely satisfied
a bit afraid
you can then have a nap in a chair
that old hard chair without back support
and dream about how you made it
with 1 word only!

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porn replaced women
women replaced men
money replaced love
love is a headless horse
still bleeding
filmed for social media
and you are celebrating

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look at your own turds
smell your own farts
it IS important
because you can’t smell your last fart
sitting slouched is more than ok
it’s healthy
but not jerking off
controlling dick
is worse than not knowing what killed you
breathing deeply won’t change a thing
money is not important
you think blatant lies make you smarter?
think again
it won’t care how smart you wanted to be

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people on video are technically ghosts
one day when filming gets banned
we’d revert back to stories
then stupid kids would ask why video was banned
not understanding the next invention in the making
inside that mad-monkey Hadron Collider
filming into the future
future travel
future ghosts
future’s future
a more obnoxious breed of ghosts
and every culture would try to anticipate their next move
in the same way that every talking head now
is viewed in retrospect as though it’s the present

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Nothing is more elegant than death
standing tall
black shiny shoes
it’s got dance moves!
those who come to it voluntarily don’t get to dance with it properly
death gets to choose its dance partners
it gets to pick the music too
and the dance is always last
no talking on the dance floor
hey, did you know?
some sneaky bastards manage to secure a dance on their own terms
very few indeed
for death to agree, it must be bribed
scholars have been wondering
what could possibly appeal to an immortal entity?
ruthlessly immaterial
until one day
but it was night
apparently moonlit too

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Death is prohibitively sexy
naked with black long hair
one naughty female
looks and feels like the inside of one interesting vagina
but instead of just dipping your miserable pickle
for something remotely pleasant
you get swallowed whole
and mistaken the experience for being swallowed by a whale?
hoping it would swim to a shore and spit you out
you even relive an episode of The Island
clinging to human stupidities
swirling inside with the rest of the bacteria
then you begin losing memory
suddenly realizing you should have pursued poetry
instead of licking corporate boots and sweating over dividends
now you can’t remember
how or where your grandson is going to spend your money
in Dubai or Amsterdam
your last recollection is a 4-digit PIN number from 1982
then death farts you out of her ugly vagina
small cloud of hydrogen atoms
yap, that is you
floating toward a black hole, unaware
while your grandson has just hired 3 prostitutes for the room #856

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If you can’t laugh at death then you can’t
i am sorry
would you like chamomile tea? a back rub?
i was indifferent to the 24 year-old’s jump from the 12th floor at midnight
when was the last time he laughed?
and why did it have to be the last floor?
why not the 11th, or 10th?
he could have saved 114 microseconds
if he jumped from the 11th floor
and looked a bit better at his funeral