Archeopteryx, an airborne hermaphroditic fowl
drifting through the austere deposit, deathless influence
pressing in our own cretaceous froth – magnificent she
by the ether burst of amber and sage: now forgotten
I recognize that ebony bruise alive on the sole
and unaware, drawn closer to this jewel than – God
Whatever the harlot wants to believe, it's too taxing.
Another lotus for the unpoets, fresh and oral
with the aftertaste by précis – curious pleasures
What use is manifest, savory raptor epitaph
myth by man that lurks and meddles gaily without respect
we kiss, we dust, we endure with our fossil lullaby.
2 comments:
my creative writing professor wants this published :)
goodness gracious! this poem! it's so amazing and so completely Kyle-ish (Dinosaurs class comes to mind). I agree with Peter that the world needs to see this published somewhere!
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