the steam pipe choir ensemble of dirty birds and the filthy word of joy by Mat Gould

the lady next to me
smells
like
a wet hound dogs blanket of stale straw
and tells me
she got ran over
in
a Wal-Mart parking lot
and
thus her broken leg
she
is
breathing
as if there has been a forest fire burning in her lungs
all throughout
the rainy season
and
her nostrils lend no exhaust
she is checking over medical bills
making
sure
everyone has gotten paid
and
looks into her bank account
with
the sleekest
of
a mumble
-like most of us
or
certainly myself indeed-
has
acquired the lust
for
a
steady chorus of fuck
said
with
the ease and finesse
of
the morning birds
prodding
us
back toward
existence
like
an engine on full fire-

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

why the staggered line breaks? it's not cool. it's not edgy. it's annoying. what's the point of it? honestly ask yourself why. are you on a train? is that it? are you writing during an earthquake? are your hands jittery, and is that why you decided to
break up
the lines all awk-
wardly and with no sense or any kind
of pattern just
random line
breaks
for the
sake
of what? aesthetics? do you really think
this look
s prettier
in any way or that it adds to any
thing? no. it's fuck
king stupid
and
over-played
already. don't you want to be unique?
don't
you
want
for once
in your life
to
overhear
people talking
about you and saying you know what that mat gould guy was
one
clever sonofawhore? for the love of god,
aren't
you
getting
bored
already?!?

Mat Gould said...

I would certainly bust your ass in public jes for being anonymous, beyond that...you are a dickless pedophile of your own child-

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