“here y’are, pancake that’s
shaped like Mickey Mouse,
guaranteed to make you smile;”
“pink sugar or yellow sugar?”
a dull scalpel drags into
a delicate symposium
filled with tears and blood;
finger blister re-opened,
shallow-throating a power drill,
removing tiny pieces of glass
embedded inside your sole;
capturing a generation on film,
emptying out the grease trap,
boots lost forever in thick mud,
notching the ears of butchered swine;
185g egg white
powdered sugar
TB of vanilla
mix in a bowl
stir constantly on low heat
don’t stop until
140-160F internal
beat until cool
and stiff
look for
spikes
parkway grass cutter taking a political campaign sign out of the ground so that he can do his job; the innocent way a child comes up to you and asks if you want to play; finding that necessary (tho delusional) compulsion to concoct prose;
lake knife suicide,
sharp hawk claws,
pigeon head decapitation;
“did the Galler Foods order come in yet?”
1 gal hot sauce & 1lb butter
put mixture together in pan,
turn on stove, flame on, medium heat,
melt butter, don’t burn butter;
DOUBLE YOU
WHY
DEE
QUESTION MARK
QUESTION MARK
sucking on your thigh,
laughter between lips,
hands tied together,
expired plan B;
I said, “above you,”
Oh, I thought you said, “I love you,”
It’s okay, above you too;
High school advanced chemistry teacher went to Slayer concerts as a teenager so he can’t really hear very well anymore, today the ringing in his ears is giving him a migraine, he stares at the lesson plan on his desk as the bell rings and students start to shuffle in, the teacher decides to do something different today – “Good morning guys, let’s get started. Change of plans, just feeling a bit under the weather today, uhm, so, i’m going to pose a question to get us started: why do we write on the lines on a piece of paper?” – the students look at the teacher with puzzled looks – “really think about this, guys. I mean, everyone look down at your notebook paper; the blue lines are there, but what compels us to write on them?” – the students look down and appear even more perplexed – the teacher continues, “I think, well, sometimes people tell you do something, and you just do it; you do as you’re told. Today, I want y’all to turn your paper in any direction you want and write however you want. Notes and all. Fuck it.”
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Morgenrede drinks cheap beer and plays pinball in and around the American Midsouth. He has recently published a book of poetry entitled ABUSER with Pig Roast Publishing.
Morgenrede is on X/Twitter @metadegenerate