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7.29.04 Elementary Splatter

She said that from the height of Embarcadero high-rises, the woman’s body splattered over the length of two blocks.

So, just find a tall enough elementary school, I say.
Dress it up with a homemade banner: college graduate.
& jump.

As all those tiny hands are their hearts, mouthing those forced words of Our Pledge of Allegiance. People call kids angels. My first thought during kindergarten recess was that the schoolyard was full of monsters.

I was recently informed that schools no longer pledge every morning. damn.

Grenade

I stash a grenade in this person’s mouth
duct tape over
Kiss ‘em hard.

And let go.

Kicking Fish 3.3.06

We entered the fish market.
On the ice sits a scale-less monster from the deep sea of primordial species. I want that fish.
“It doesn’t look fresh,” says my aunt.
We venture further inside, when the thrashing catches my eye.
The fish I wanted is still alive!
I can’t look away,
the fish hacked in half at the waist
the two feet of flesh Kicking

and helpless.
“We’ll take two inches,” says my aunt.
The market’s executioner grabs the head but can’t handle the bucking. He takes a breath, holds the other side and cleaves another piece of waist.
“Why don’t you kill it instead of letting it suffer?” asks my aunt.
“The customers assume it’s not fresh and won’t buy it.”
Space.
Home, we put the fish on a plate.
The flesh is too fierce.
The cells are still kicking.

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