That Marble Drip

Writing the truth in the middle of the messy show.  Books of the shadows, within the words, in form, the equal and greater reaction to the cheap illusions.  Bought for nothing, they sought it out, they craved.  Through boredom, through envy, through greed.  It doesn't matter, they took the bait.


And the literal bullshit is coming, cows must be done away with, their slaughter must end.  We got almonds for milk, we got the beef cooked up in the labratory.  According to sources, it's a bit rubbery, but tasty.  I'll trust what sources say, my grandparents were ranchers, gotta have that ribeye texture, gotta have that marble drip.

Days of hot sun and motorcycle jumps, huge noon lunches with gravy on the side, cold soda pops in the afternoons, sweets late at night.  Orchards and gardens that produced.  Burn outs and skids, workshops and barns.  Big fields and woods and mesquite trees. Tanks.