and in this dream
I awoke
bathed in taragon
savored and seasoned
prepped to be picked clean
flesh torn from bone
a butchers feast
of orgasmic meat
sold by ounce and pound.
Strung-out, numb and bled
upon the auction block,
basking in fragrant marinade
of garlic profit and onion greed.
In desperation and survival,
I grasped a line of heavens peace
where once upon a dime
bold revelations
whispered and prevailed.
and thus....
a man can re-claim his soul
from the belly of damnations world,
and yes, I jumped off that auction block,
and told them all...to go to hell....
Today, my flesh is not for sale.
Jim Morrison.
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