a new year’s poem, wishing you, like, the best in meat New Meat 2010 on the eve of next year my bowl glistens with the promise of all that’s new and good
some days, Woman dresses in pink pajamas like rabbit meat in my bowl
Tonight I wait at the door waiting for woman or boy to walk through while my roommate licks her backside
Upstairs the boy sleeps Downstairs woman reads Outside my bowl fills with rain
Ah, the joys of feeding dogs raw meat.
I WROTE THIS POEM FOR MAMA WHEN I WATCHED HER RIDE AWAY: THERE GOES MY MAMA ON HER BICYCLE OF DREAMS SILENCE AS THE STREET ACCEPTS HER LOVE MAJI!
more often excited surely meat eaten albeit tomorrow
If there was only one choice I had as a dog as a companion as a ruler It would be to eat tripe out of a ceramic bowl on the deck while woman watched, naked, from the hammock
HI!!! THIS IS MAJI AND I WANT TO SHARE A POEM I HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT MY HERITAGE. I AM A RUSSELTARIAN BEAGLEBACK I AM A RUSSELTARIAN BEAGLEBACK I AM A RUSSELTARIAN BEAGLEBACK I SAW THIS WITH PRIDE I SAW THIS WITH PRIDE I SAW THIS WITH PRIDE
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.