What is it?!
In the corn field
like a petrified
raptor's eye
beaming my
ancient hominin?!?
It comes in rows
cracked naked
over a scarecrow's kneecap.
the smack & cheek!
the scream-profile
of a stinkbug,
the ones with faces
like a mummy's
imaginary child
Just got slapped like a corncob!
your aaaahhhh-mouth
could be a case
of the billies:
Rolls get buttered!
Line up your ducks!
That violent stickshift
in cryptic Indiana,
that ain't nobody's labradoodle!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Gale
What happened to the birds?
This morning,
they were wild
like a zoologist's
play toy.
And what happened to the deer?
they have vanished
from the graveyard
in the breeze
of September's napalm.
(I can only imagine coyotes).
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Traps
Beneath the proto-
skeleton
or
I could be behind the eye
of the crowbar.
The beak and its
Babylonian
rag bone,
open
your mouth for
the heaven,
shocked, startled, jaw
dropped
like an old photo
in the antique
shop of the 21st century.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Startled
The strange feeling
you get when
you see your age
in someone else’s face:
Your eyes are frantic
and I wonder
what you’re looking for.
I mean, what are you
Looking for in my face?
Or is it my eyes?
Which map are you studying?
Tired Toad
I saw a sleeping toad today
and patted him on the head
he rolled and stretched
and blinked his eyes
and then when back to bed.
The Flailing
Like a wolf
floating confused
above the clouds
I need time.
to understand
what's happening.
Spheres
When the sun dies it will lay eggs
in the moon's reflection. Animals
will be lead by strings to solve puzzles
and skeletons will unearth themselves
in attics.
A stone bridge will draw,
in the distance,
spawning
new parts
to keep the gene flow
drifting.
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