The Banquet

Monster Magnet (dining with Dave)

Bring the wounded to my parlour, I will feast on them,

the broken, the crippled, damaged,

lay them before me smothered in garlic butter and olive oil,

slice open their stomachs, entrails as entrees

skin their faces for me and mould them into baskets

for canapes

rip out the spine and feed me the marrow

I will suck it from the still living bones

skewer the eyeballs on cocktail sticks

and pass them to my guests,

cut the many many p***y lips

and deep fry them, tempura style,

with a spicy chilli dip, coat the testies in breadcrumbs,

flour and eggs and lightly pan fry those fuckers,

gently does it with the meat,

take the discarded scrotal sacs and crisp them

in the oven, pass the humous mmmmmm tasty,

serve the fingers and toes in a sticky barbecue sauce

make c**k kebabs with feta cheese and roasted peppers,

crystallize the n*****s with icing sugar and mint,

drink freely from the blood red wine, I have plenty, enjoy,

pickle the hearts In mulled spices, ready for the coming

festival of Taurus, when the bull becomes me, and I he,

make original liver pate, lung soup,

carve out the colons, to be eaten raw

grind the hair, teeth and stomach into sausage meat

slow roast the thighs in a crispy herby crust

make breast milk ice cream, make it full breast,

stir fry diced tendon calamari, pancreatic pancakes,

cure the a*s meat into bacon

and make smoked tongue and cheek to die for,

This feast is for you my

Bull God King

you look at me in horror,

*you have a problem, Mr linski*, says my Doctor

           *Security, Security!*

still finished his plate before he ran. 

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

That was gory, but fun. All that bloody imagery seems hard for anyone to pull off but you did it. This was far above interesting, insanity cult ridden interesting. Taurus is my birth sign, does that mean I'm immune from the slaughter? Astonishing good work.

[gram linski]

you will be at the head table at the Banquet, my man, you should try some of the recipes, lol

[CD Campbell]

Will there be whiskey? Let me know and I'll clear my calendar.

[gram linski]

it's really great that some people get my more fucked up stuff, these views are not the actual views of the poet, haha, cheers,

[gram linski]

whisky, (scotch has no e,), blood red mead, Datura, soma tea, acid in the punch and the reverend father skinning up on yer knee, and that's just for starters

[CD Campbell]

Ha. You're alright.

[barleygirl]

I love this! I love how you imbue delectable-sounding culinary hogwash with body parts increasingly taken from the sexual hinterlands, an interesting trend that caused me to stop looking at this as a mindless Halloween ditty of grotesque imagination & gradually seeing it as more of a statement about how we (both genders) tend to look at another as a smorgasbord of indulgence *heh! heh! heh!* Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

oh Margie, have another cold shower, lol, there are about 5 recipes involving the sexual hinterlands, (is that what you call your lady garden, lol, as for the hogwash recipes, each one has been tried and tasted, mmmmmm,

[Robert Trakofler]

I will be walking with an extra limp to my gait today as I think of the scrotum chips and hummus plate:) This is disturbingly humerus that creeped me to my marrow:) I like it

[gram linski]

haha you sick old dog, some of the recipes are mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm tasty, thanks B,

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Well, this banquet would most assuredly ensure no calories for life. I'd sooner starve. :-)

[gram linski]

Hey Linda, thanks for the read, read a couple of your poems the other day, then read that you didn't comment on us raggedy assed free stylers, I am honoured by your presence, lol

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting poem. I actually lived in a poor country where we did often have to consume the dead in order to live. I grew up in a communist country.

[Gee]

I grew up in a small village in Bedfordshire, a product of numerous broken relationships and left to run wild, feral. We would have welcomed the odd corpse as lunch, woulda been better than f**k all...just saying

[gram linski]

Hey Jung, you are one heavy poet, honestly I love reading your poems but most of my reviews are frivolous nonsense, I would not taint your comments page with my s**t, but I do enjoy,

[gram linski]

it's like that Monty Python sketch, we lived in an open sewer and worked for free 29 hours a day, and ate s**t for lunch and paid for it.

[Gee]

Lol, I should have refrained :)

[NotUsinganymore]

Hey, you're open to post a review any

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You seem to have avoided the liver and chianti sir! Still I know now you enjoy making a meal of things and are an excellent chef. A creative if morbid poeish verse.

[gram linski]

first off, I ain't no cliché, dude, and I didn't start reading Poe until you kept banging on about him, but the recipes are tried and tested mmmm,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Did I say cliche? I meant douchebag and Poe is immense and everyone is Raven on about him!

[gram linski]

an unkindness of ravens, indeed

[Chris Shaw]

That invitation for dinner you sent me gram. Well sorry but I'm washing my hair that evening. Menu sounds delicious. Enjoy. C**k kebabs, now there's a thought :))

Chris

[gram linski]

we'll take a rain check, the smoked tongue and cheek is divine, :}}