26 WINGS OF GRATITUDE / SAID GRACE 4.5

ate loads of em

vis-à-vis in relation to these /bless
u bless me with
regards to and concerning
and in terms of and in
the same vein in the
same school of thinking /sinking
shrinking ships i’m flickin chips
/disinterested, distinguished guests once
masticating now digest that
all you can eat chicken wing buffet/AKA
~wing(s?/ed?) wednesdays~

and guess what, i got honorary man o’ the match
yeah 26 wings knocked me for 6 n here i sit

keepin hydrated/stomach gyrates from
inflation n even these sea
faring legs can’t hack it in the kitchen

i stand upright, fightin /chicken on the mind
sea sick /forget chicken/ fingers crossed
digestion quickens n i’m stricken by the
chicken shivers /the shakes and a swig
to steady those hands /one must
cultivate ones own garden so

i get my 2 litres in n i wake up dryer
n on some flyer some drunk man passed me
‘disco from 9, n 5 before 12’ n infinite
chickens do the maths for infinity n
you end up with the entire works of shakespeare

n it’s like the last days of rome in here

an eat all you can buffet it’s a
you can eat all if you can it’s an
all of you, eat if you can if you
eat all you can /bill please
bill please/more water
chicken slaughter n i’m ashamed to say
they didn’t taste free-range to a well trained palette/ yeah chickens – i’ve had it /yeah sorry
i’m full / i feel guilty
but i guess i felt less guilty
when i finished you /finished food

..food chain’s fucked mate yeah you fucked it
n yeah you fund it

so repent, repent n will your guilt
to transcend proximity n
apathy n chicken-borne lethargy!

an ode to these/their legacy
from me at least
n this is something of a grace belated, said while bloated
chickens croaked bukaw’d they cawed
we’re wingless we surround you in your
dreams we came and found you
we wing-clipped you / we devoured you

and you were all that could be ate in the name
of some wednesday

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all wrong

fringe amendments
minor adjustments but
a bad hair days a bad hair day i’m
gross /watch my hair run away from me
for all to see /i’m ugly
and i can’t hide it and
the rest of me doesn’t want me to n
the rest of me shows, truly

avoiding reflections like
you’re beyond repair today
your hair and face and frame make little sense n
in this sense you’re on brand

a trip to the phone shop

sneezin loads n backpains back/got a
cool new phone and a sweet new deal but
lemme tell you bout

today in the phone shop

and the dead eyed crusty man
dead pan character scrollin about on his mouse, he’s
pally as he can be, to me at this point

pointin clicks he smirks and tells me
that I can get much more for my money
or in this case more for more money

and he remarks at how little data I was using before

I’d like to believe we were both in on it but I’m

probably just
another casualty

of company protocol, got upsold and he told me

tell your friends about our internet package
25 per month or something or other and
I asked if it was fast and he said
“yeah it’s very strong”

fluey and on topic for once (loosely)

fluey symptoms on they way out
doctor doctor cry your heart out
handlin food with a runny nose n
doctor if u keep runnin your mouth
I’ll saw your arm off, doctor

trust i know a thing or two bout amputation, doctor
‘least what it means and what to do
n that I get to decide if I want to

what to hack off, doc?/ i got a blade serrated
sterilised for peace of mind /not
for you but for me but

It’s you that’s getting the chop doc n ima
frame it like a diploma /ima huff that sweet aroma
in the office gettin clevera’ like
scalpel tongs etcetera n

in surgery I think on my feet n sneeze hard in the name
of the way-out flu

high stakes bypass
defibrillate /recalibrated

brief-ly at the very least, see?
n if I keep this up I maybe pleased me

a few points//trying to stay on topic

A stage of a recovery
a step closer to achieving
nuclear goals within this
dead pan program

wanna catch up /wanna got range
be a heavyweight, break the internet

I read the news/opinion pieces/time escapes me
turns out I’d fleshed out opinions of my own at some point (sometimes n
I rarely share) but
somewhere fleshed nonetheless
in some corner of me n I aint proud to be jagged
angular/nowhere near rounded
but I chip away cos I don’t know how to help myself in the best way
most days

i was on form tonight* and thats poetry enough

All a bit silly really n
this is another mood fresh lately

in the immediate context/
I been flexin so
I take to the winding cobbled (pissed down ‘em) roads o the word doc

and my boiler suit is glazed with precious metals
while I dodge about with
increased critical chance but
decreased accuracy and a
high rate of fire if I want to/if I got fuel n
tonight maybe I know how to give the fuel that I got

I tapped into the energy reserves
precious metal fumes/revellers bathing
cough-wankin/huffin it luvin it



*that night