Moe’s Meats Retro
moe’s meats a business i began forever ago so i may never be without who knew
meat poetry
Content
there comes a time in a ridge’s life when he says yes i am happy
Hungry I Sit
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
Meat Blanket
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
Satcha Claus
the puppies were nestled all eight in a bed with visions of raw meat up in their head down through the chimney white paws and a tale was the ridgeback Satcha Claus dragging a pail all full of jiblets and giblets and cream the puppies were hungry they started to scream on beef heart, on chicken … Read more
Meat Gravey Upsidedown
The clouds, like rain today. I drain myself clear in the yard, let fog disappear in a roll not unlike a meat tube. My meal gone too, I’m called, again and again, to what nearly tastes like gravy coming down. Meat Gravy Upsidedown