Friday, December 30, 2011

THE EXTINCTION OF THE DINOSAURS

without excitation of the fork in the ice age,
a lot of samples of condensation
lie coiled within the pizza's
special zone,

but a comet decapitated
passers-by, their foreheads'
atlases shallowed

the first caveman brothel had a
cutout imitation
of a fire; geometric patterns
tilted so your brain ended up suffering
bunker parallax,
dirt-spit in your eye

abruptly, in the stone cold room,
a masked Mr. Potato Head
hologram: 'I am the ninja clitoris!'

the metrosexual dinosaurs' adhesive-filled
foot baths blamed for their extinction –
why else had
so many fossils been found
within arm's reach of fruit,
sirloin steaks, tubs of caviar, ice-cream –
as if glued to the floor?

but a time-traveler had seen it
in their public spaces:

not a diffusion of
bone-less winds, rather

an upskirt zoo-
powered,
cosmogonic 
cube - groomed until raw

so something else must have killed them

No comments:

Post a Comment

Search This Blog

There was an error in this gadget

Followers