Skullmatter

Skulls

get shattered

and it's

not a matter


of violence,

it's a matter

of hammers.


Certain pieces

will come up


missing.


*Fill in the pieces with dough.

Sirenia

Manatees flail
in oxenmass.

Devil bunnies
under whale's skin.

Bonker patrol.

Self-Portrait

Stubby Scroll

Examine the apey, dirt lady.
Observe her flapulation in the valley.
It's an uneasy feeling, the hominin,

her inability to operate her big
toe independently of the little ones
as if she had just given birth to hooves.

Ark

Stone body
in the chamber;

aped-out
until my arms rip off.

I am responsible
for two volcanic cataracts.

An attempt
to snag my carcass

with octopi-like
submergible vessel.

Pull the chains
along my sagittal crest

and my chest cavity
will crack open.

Look for
vestigial organs.

Velociraptor

I huant
your dark
peripheral

with freaky
little arms

on the door knob.

I make
your shoes
fall off

when I'm one-eyeballin' ya.

You won't
catch me
on Netflix

cause I'm in the kitchen

with the
kettle corn.
Send your lil' dog

in for a Budweiser

and I'll
TWIST
and
RIP
it's head OFF!

Work the Way out your Animal

Dear,
be not in the 1950s
solar system.

Now is the time
to ice-pick your quadrupedal
expression from the stratta!

Follow this simulated
radio wave and
drive your anteater-like
proboscis beyond the skyscape!

Your full attention
is necessary to creep,

out the sailboat
of Africa and mutilate
small predators.

Next, make shadow puppets
in the cyclopian morning.

In other words,
go into estrus
with your octopi way up
in the celestial moon-socket.

Catapult your vestigial hood
just over the brain matter
and get intimate
with the fossil record.

You may recognize
the unusual-animals
from the textbook.

It is advised
not to take the chisel
to your greatest grandmother.

You will find
the petting zoo
on the seventh level

much more suitable
for prepping your entrance.

Plus, you won't need
your limbs. Anyway,

there will be museums
beyond the crust-layer
just as you exit the weasel-hole.