Tyler Comstock


Great Consumer - Poem by Tyler Comstock

Each day I bring home my kill and crack my knuckles
admiring the 24 barred even-in-death fangs as I rip
them from life raped bone fragment sanctuary. Thread, thread,
Thread them together into a necklace outfitted for only my brain.
South to North, cerebellum to hypothalamus. Wear it forever
My eternal prize for escaping those 24 fangs, but

I killed one in the west a while after the sun had made it's exit
12: 00, stab, disembowel, bludgeon until it quits living,
Only to see it return with brighter eyes in the East.
devoured, it quits coming for you, unworthy of the chase, but
it still needs to feed, on firm skin, on hopes, on all dreams,
health, and other things of blessed youth

oh what terrible beasts

I saw a pack of them,365 to be exact, swallow lives, friends
seasons, even us, without so much as a proper belch.
Just dehydrated into memories

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010



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