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.
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