Evening all...or any of the very few people still reading this epic poetry journey I'm making. Yeah, I know guys, calm down! Poetry is awesome and really a real thing in the public eye! I get that what I'm doing is really stirring shit up here, but just deal, yeah?
No recycled poems today, this is brand new and coming at your eyeballs like the wrong side of a flashlight. Bonsoir!
The Mulberry Initiative
Upon
examination the body was found
to
contain deeply coded messages
etched
onto the shadowy curves of the joints.
They
had been written while the body was still alive,
but
it’s unlikely to have caused any pain.
We
can say things like that, because we actually don’t know anything.
When
the bones were cracked open,
seventeen
knitting needles were extracted
from
their tubular innards.
There
are teams working around the clock,
knitting
an exact replica of the Coso Range.
In
doing this, we hope to find freedom,
at
which point, it will be hefted into boxes
shaped
like catamarans. These boxes
will
be burnt while spectators sing about falling off chairs.
The
heart and lungs of the body
were
bought by an anonymous bidder,
who
chose to pay with their own heart and lungs.
The
transaction was carried out online
and
the delivery has yet to be received
due
to a postal strike over font disputes –
many
postal workers are offended
by
the use of Times New Roman,
citing
it as “old-fashioned”, “ageist” and “racist”.
The
trial continues.
Yeah!
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