peeling back the host

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views of the host

the middle of horror a respite

when the family sits down to eat

she eats

don't say a word

you are me

she is you

is not there


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QUASI-HOST POEM, SOMETIME FALLING INTO OCTOBER

[splish / splash an ocean of blood an horror slash]

peter poetry popped poetic popcorn fragments of an [add] un-focused watching of the movie ‘the host’ over a crazy cool consistent period of three nights straight after work with super happy big thanks to sacramento for kickin’ down the dvd to thee:

memory and identity thesis girlfriend
on the carpet says she doesn’t like it

and switch the conversation channel
to “the hong kong version of ‘the departed’

is better then the american one that won all those awards

but jack nicholson was real good”
as a character based off of whitey bulger

and she wouldn’t shut up as i tried to and eventually told her

how my father was walking through times square

one day and a black car pulled up on the sidewalk
and men in suits jumped out

and attempted to take him down or into the car

but he put up a 2.0 generation irish american

barley corn of a fight and when they called in his i.d.
they apologized as they thought he was whitey
the fbi's second most wanted after osama bin laden

whose squid had ten salty tentacles ready for gnoshing on
and washing back with some cold beer yet the punk kid waiter
stuck a tale down his pants and so the two tadpoles met
and bred an ugly loud adorable monster.

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richard lopez/jonathan hayes