Dog Meat

by Occult Fan

Let’s get drunk

listen to Elliot Smith

think of sadness

and slit our wrists

a poet’s a poet

and a bitch is a bitch

never the two

may mix betwixt

the long dock down the path

not merely across the road

let’s forget how to be heroes

and be jerks with worries

becoming you and your daughters, worlds, sons, parts

have you any


are you real at all

do you have real memories

did you act out in wrongrage

when you were out on the limb of hallucinated territories

you are dog meat

let’s get drunk

and listen to Elliot Smith