Moe's Meats » Poem

the fly, the fire, the wind

Moe — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 15:08:06 +0000

i am taunted by the last fly of the year.
it keeps me away from my fire, my bed.
the wind outside howls like a dog uncertain.

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process note: like, you know, i have not written a poem in a while. my life is, like, complicated and busy. owning a business, going to the park, macking bitches…it’s get a little heavy. so’ah, like, i’m taking december off to, you know, chill.

Whale Meat

Moe — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 16:12:08 +0000

like, you know, this prompt comes from MeatRightPoem, a, you know, writing site.

WHALE MEAT

why wish for your words
when all but dogs disguise
the fact that knowning what
we want waits in juice
inside clean bowls.

thankyou

Q&A in MoPoWriMo form

Moe — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 20:26:55 +0000

people,

people, you know, like to ask me all the time: “Moe, like, should dogs on the raw meat diet, you know, eat anything, like, with their meat?”

short answer: “Like, sure.” however, my MoPoWriMo answer is as follows:

BANANA

the smell of yellow love
fills the air like fragrance
set to sweeten the taste
of blood in my bowl

thankyou

pink

Moe — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 05:00:40 +0000

some days, Woman dresses
in pink pajamas
like rabbit meat
in my bowl

To Satchel, From Boy

Moe — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 23:28:56 +0000

All my love to my old friend,
the oldest I’ve ever had,
a part of me that split off
long ago and comes back
again and again.

Valentine Poem

Moe — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 22:09:50 +0000

the smell of blood at my door
it must be the 14th
for it is then
that i see
what it is

when you’re lonely needing meat

Moe — Wed, 14 Jan 2009 04:37:56 +0000

woman gone to work at night

I crave the attention

of wanting a bowl full

of love

of meat

of love

Hungry I Sit

Moe — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 13:48:29 +0000

hungry i sit
waiting for my meat
to simmer in the bowl

hungry i sit
watching woman
watching woman
watching woman

hungry i sit
like a good boy
waiting for my meat

The Vacant Space – a poem

Moe — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 16:57:40 +0000

i fall sometimes
into the vacant space
that place in the bed
where we lay
at night
before boy
takes me away
before boy
feeds me meat

Repeated by popular demand

Meat Blanket

Moe — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 12:45:59 +0000

Memories fade
the way
bones bleach
in the sun

I stack them
one by one
in the corners
of what I used to wear

There,
my meat blanket
stained with the joy

of marrow
by the fire