::: Jeff and Ethelbert: Holding The Tale of Two Tigers :::

Death is a Tiger pushing through
Pushing through and cannot go home
I am just a boy
Entrenched
Entangled
No- just stuck in this man body
With a fat crayon
Fighting in this war

Look, Tiger
But don’t touch Tiger
Don’t touch
The memory of a porcelain puppy
Carries flowers
Another modern fabrication

I want and I want and I want and I want to, to, toto?
Smash it, burry it
Burry it deep
Compost the future
Spray disinfectant
Wash my hands

Shut up
You give and take away you smiling f*ck
Memories are a burden so murder me
Please do it while I am sleeping
While I am dreaming
You guess
Your choice
You Tiger
Are as good as the next room

I remember seeing horrid sh*t
In the gleaming museum
Wolverines and dogs
Lions and camels
Men tearing each other up
All the tigers frozen
In full photographic reproductions

Before I go home
I buy a postcard
One for Jeff
Another for Ethelbert

Written by: ~ J.D. Szalla

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