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This piece is for the Topic "Spontaneous Combustion" for Slam '04 |
| My eye fell out & rolled down past the garbage dump & into metallic bedpans & plastic hearing aids & rubber gas masks. It was a jungle that surrounded my eye, & the sewage asked my eye where all the galoushes were & my eye looked & said they'd been melted down, & turned into suits for skindivers who hunted Spanish treasure. Mixed with the spontaneous combustion of pyros I see the reflection of jade, the Madonna, and a mystery island i live on as my life ebbs in a pool of salty blood. I saw it all when holy men were maced & subtle conversations blazed like wildfire at the seaside. |