FOREIGN OBJECT by Zac Dunn

There is a foreign object in my mouth

It is called my tongue

I am so glad that I don’t have a television set assfixxed firmly to my head

Channeling the sinister spirit

Like the buzz of 10,000 Roman plebeians

Demanding the gore

Welding mighty filthy muffins made of mud

thicker than fudge with rocks

As wilted flowers are laid down at the

Feet of the YETI only to turn to dust

Swinging the glorious taco cabana

hammer once more

Tenderizing the feels as the squeaky wheel screams like a banshee

The creek in the cave had run dry again

But the mighty Phoenix of discord spreads its dreadful wings and takes flight over the burning ruins of asinine archives

Colder than the feet of the glacier as the plates drift effortlessly into the subduction zone rupturing the benign firmament as

The beast lumbered into the clearing in mid-stride with haste

And then paused briefly

only to slip without a sound into the coniferous canopy

Back into its hiding places

The pungent musk left hanging in the mist nevermore circuitous

Giant boulders flung from the tips of peaks utterly unreachable

As the choir of singing from the bowels of the mountain lulled the elusive Sasquatch from its stand

Severe shy eyes piercing the permafrost scanning frozen tundra

for a mate who lays in wait bugging for squirming live bait

The sherpas all abandoned there pitiful retainers due the fever pitch of nonstop complaining

Ringing the dinner bell with the flasher holding a pistol who’s the worst smelling person ever

who makes the most dry and soulless roasted

Chicken that we all eat

but promptly excuse ourselves to purge as it’s raw and unseasoned profanely prepared by a flawed clod of a man

Vikkar Musso was a no-show

The pig was quickly procured and dispatched to banish the oncoming Jinn

So the YETI raised its mighty digits to the heavens

As snowflakes subtly began to fall

The abominable vision of the mighty elusive being drives my tongue to proclaim

His glory in the kingdom of solace where

He shall forever remain

Dedicated to the life and memory of our brother

TUWAYNE FOSTER aka URL GRAVY

vox veritatis aeternae

Zac Dunn is a psycho-social mechanic, father, musician and dreamer. Check out his music and follow him on Twitter and Instagram.

Check out Zac’s July Birdy install, WHERE THE SHARKS SLEEP, or head to our Explore section to see more of his work.