Dead Pig

Dead Pig

A Poem by Eziekiel Phlepton

Sorry about the dead pig
But someone has eaten
My thigh
In frustration of
Beeping noises
Crunching and munching
The dead pig
Swallows my free will
So the voices control my body
And I paralyze
And realyze
My paralysis
Is real
I tee why
And I freeze
Which is double paralysis
El why es eye es
Why is the eye between the es?
I decease
That is
Desist and stop
Life
From beating itself
Into oblivion
Because eventually
The body needs to make a
Connection with another
Body
To create and multiply
And cry
And cut open
And PUSH
PUSH
PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH
U becomes V
You become me
You and me equals somebody
And nobody really matters
As long as we are here
Now
Tied together by strings of
Mercy
Maybe I see the way life is
Because of your eyes
Telling the story of my
Life becoming a U shaped
Pattern...
You are my shape
And I am your pattern.
However, not long from today
Tomorrow will appear and change
Everything
Distort my emotions
And allow me to walk to you
And we embrace for two years
In a row
Of more dead pigs
So, sorry for wasting your time
But I really do love you
If that means anything

© 2009 Eziekiel Phlepton


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Eziekiel Phlepton
Eziekiel Phlepton

Longmeadow, MA



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I am currently a poet, but I would like to someday write a novel, a play and a screenplay. I enjoy reading Joyce, Philip K. Dick, and I am committed to Zen Buddhism. more..

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