Tuesday, January 25, 2011

DINOSAUR FEATHERS

a turd in the bath was all that was
left after Harry’s
abrupt
submersion
tangerine dunk tank
floes

participants reduced
to owl boluses
of penguin
skeletons
this was by
now already
a trite pleasure

Burger King’s
slurping circuit

I’d been
teleported
I didn’t
know what
monstrous
creature my
luggage –
held back in
the ether – had,
a la ‘The Fly,’
been turned
into

a limping
sensory punch
in the conflation
of jawbone
and
dead phone
circus epilepsy
crackling
with wet
laughter

seahorse sequins
surfacing from
a bed of
straw
got better things
to do
than to glow
kitschly

the relaxed
pieces of bicycles
during that
lull before
the fat child
stepped hard
on the
peddle...

“transcontinental luggage rewiring” –
the ghost kept
whispering in the teleportation
machine

I had seen
a tie hatching
a dinosaur’s
bust, its lips
twitching
around feathered
lipstick

hydrophobia
hailed from:
he didn’t
say
where

I said there were worse things
to fear

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