“Of course we have our ways
of eating elephants,
but they’re egregious
and I’ll take no part.”
-Mother Chorizo
from her famous ‘Sermon on The Gout’
Category: Quick Bites
When I just have to get something published, dammit.
Spackle
Dalmatian infringement, circumlocution–
tendril paradise was never meant
for us,
but for the others
[the others who backfloat
with a tendency to drift, aimless,
through the tides of amalgamated superiority
and spit themselves out afresh
on a new morn, weaving
in a pattern of non-commitment, content to
spackle neurolinguistics to
the shoehorn of
common intellect].
Beg to Differ
The alligator
prefers the ditties
over the deities,
though the allocator
would beg to differ.
Longing
I track my razors
how a bird of prey
tracks its ancestors’ nest locations:
stealthily
and otherwise full of a longing
that I can’t begin to understand
without years of intense psychotherapy.
Pastimes
Pastimes indicative of passion incarnate sweep themselves well past the staircase of emotional stagnation and scoop out higher understanding, as though our state of being affords us the time to crank out our pulp and surrender our wills to the greater good (otherwise known as that giant lizard occupying the innermost outhouse amongst the outer rings of the planet we currently refer to as Saturn).
Pigeon Sharks
Pigeon sharks
are just about as annoying
as you think they’d be,
spreading disease
while fighting over tossed carcasses.
Everywhere you turn is a scavenger
who’d once been an apex predator–
evolution shows us
how lazy certain species become.
#66
Tangled dignity
weighs willows
in November,
drastic thinning of leaves.
Gravel jitters
from an uncommon quarry blast.
Crunchy grass clings to life
around the browning scene.
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First draft posted on 11/3/11,
originally entitled #66
WHARVED 