[This post was originally published on July 2. 2012 on 40x41.com.] No pimped out pocket rocket. No selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, erectile dysfunction tips, or magic carpet rides to the front steps of your posh brownstone, permission slip pinned to your pima, wine-dyed tuxedo shirt. Sometimes the only way to figure out what something is is by affirming what it is not. Not the most ...
Real
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Raw Material
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Choice
Lard clings to my jelly belly and assimus maximus, but melts away elsewhere. Bullshit! It doesn’t melt. That’s poet talk, and yesterday’s wine is tomorrow’s vinegar. Melts becomes drips becomes oozes becomes slippery. “Pare away pretty poetry,” I beg my puffed up parody in the mirror. “Stand up straight. Drop the mask. Shed the costumery. Lose the skin of the lion…” If ...
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