Liver Mush Poems
LIVER MUSH? TELL ME MORE
When I wake up, the first thought that enters my brain is, “Where the fuck is my mush?”
Where the fuck is my mush?
Sometimes, I stick my pinky into the center of an unfried block of liver mush to create a narrow three-inch deep hole
I put a live scorpion in the hole and cover it back up
I put the unfried block of liver mush back in the refrigerator and forget about it
There’s a live scorpion in there
BUT WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME?
You know that scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey? With the apes and the monolith?
Ok, great. Get this
Imagine the monolith is a big piece of liver mush and the apes are fry cooks fighting to see who gets to cook the mush
That would look so bad ass on a t-shirt
Or like a college poster
That should have been the image for this ad copy, instead of these words over some uncooked liver mush
Whatever. Fuck it
Imagine that Bad Ass T-Shirt
Graham Irvin is from North Carolina. He has other writing at The Nervous Breakdown, Maudlin House, Back Patio Press, and Expat Lit. His twitter is @grahamjirvin.