I used some lines that humanodon was kind enough to lend me and what I find lacking in the tune has NOTHING to do with his words. I just never fell in to the groove, I was never locked in, you know.. ?

Ehh . . . I think the track turned out better than the sketchy idea I sent you. I'm planning a month-long generative exercise so maybe something better will come out of it. Or if you like, you can dig through some of the stuff I have filed away.

share a poem you otherwise would have shelved

This one I don't really like and have not touched for over a year. Maybe I will play with it, but if I do end up finishing it or using it for something else it will look very different when its done:

  When my dog plants his nose in an attractive woman’s crotch and sniffs
  I mention that his favorite food is crab.  It’s a lie that gets me slapped
  and the dog stopped laughing about it a long time ago.  He rolls his eyes
  at me and makes sure I can see his asshole.  Being charming is only fun
  when one doesn’t care or is pretending to be someone else.  Say, James
  Bond, but without a license to kill or even a lease on life.  I clean up well
  and people take me pretty seriously until I start telling the truth.  “C’mon,
  you don’t really want to eat Mike’s face off because he defied you!”  Yes,
  I fucking do.  My name ain’t Karen often, but cross me and cannibalism
  taps me on the shoulder and whispers recipes.  I’m told adrenaline ruins
  meat, but dog done the Chinese way tasted ok to me.  I wonder, would
  the erections be as intense?  But really, I want people to be a part of me,
  to feed my eyes to help them see what I see and how right I am, like after
  love-making, bathed in the afterglow and the sheets wail “ruin!”  The dog
  of course, waiting for a chance to play tug-of-war with cast off panties,
  to stretch them over his face and fall back asleep.  In this, we are one.