Soylent Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Soylent

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Soylent

Set of teeth on metal
Strapped left and right
The engine, electric
Speedy, up and down.

In the air was essence
Not of rose; nor hashish
Some sort of fragrance
Unicorn, in the air.

“This is me, the victim;
The tree of forest
First cut off, then timber
Now flat, and your bite.”

With the time, splits
Were cut off, scattered
And powder on the floor
But smell was liquor.

“My blood; what remains
Exerts the fragrance
Carpenter is senseless
So are you, saw blade.”

Rich was talk, strong
As is the Black-Hole
It sucks in everything
Where to? End?

Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: prologue
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Enjoyed the abstractivity that scapes this work...Short, cropt, tightly knit linage affords your audience a mellifluous read... ~FjR~

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