November 6, 2009

A turkey stuffed with wooden chandeliers

Praise Old Dirty Bastard as an Eskimo

in an igloo awaiting the next morning

when he will be put on a raft

and pushed away to die.

He is smoking crystal meth, a lot of it,

he bought from a peddler just around the corner

in Alaska. There’s no crack, this up north.

Praise ODB as a cockroach, standing in front

of his condo’s apartment door without

knocking, waiting for the door to open by itself.

ODB as a cockroach says,

“I’m a turkey of carved fillings,

stuffed of wood chandeliers.

Pieces of metal in my stuffing

makes pain when you vomit me.”

ODB truly wants to be a dolphin

tattooed on the hip bone of a seventeen

year-old dirty-blond in Miami.

Praise ODB suffering the

to-America disease of migration.

In a plane headed to California

a Philippine hooker, in the half-distance

between Quezon City to L.A.,

combusts and is now an

idolized college football player.

ODB himself was once a

four-foot-five Catholic school girl

with ceramic skin and dead-lace black

hair, brown marble eyes.

She flew in from outer-space,

and before her shuttle broke into

the Atlantic Ocean, she phased

into ODB and the Brooklyn Zoo.

It was because she became so many

that they survived and attained

America. That dirty-blond in Miami

is in love with someone who

pushes him away. In his depression,

he pushes away another person

who’s in love with him.

ODB, the morning he is pushed off into sea,

cries, not because he will soon die,

not because he will die alone,

but because he’s out of crystal meth.