Stegosaurus
Tell her about the dinosaurs and how extinct happened just a moment ago. That if she was paying attention she might have noticed.
Tell her about the dinosaurs and how extinct happened just a moment ago. That if she was paying attention she might have noticed.
In the “curly qs” and stacatto spasms drawn by the conductor, an untrained ear sees perfection. Apprehends a solace.
The comfort is encouragement. The tragedy is the soft spot it reveals.
Who said we tell ourselves lies to keep on living?
There were a few of us. All standing in a line we were, wearing nothing special at the water’s edge. Single file, a deep breath, mouth shut, we walked in. Legs pulled against the slowing water and tangle of sea things.
Lobsters looked on.
With monkey faces we walked then climbed into the waiting whale’s mouth. With our knees tucked beneath our chins we rolled down. Soft and silvery. And there we sat. In the stomach. Holding hands.
“Thought to be on the verge of exploding
into a gigantic supernova,” some hesitated
over the prearranged dinner engagement.
Those chancy bastards who dared to sit and eat ate with piss running down their legs.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eta_Carinae
http://hubblesite.org/newscenter/archive/releases/1996/23
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/05/070508-supernova.html
Last night the waves were big. I thought, “They might eat me.”
And so I gave a small start.
Behind the window, a room warmed by candles, a wood burning stove, and the respective body temperatures of those within, I sat. I measured the distance, wave mounted wave and the distance lessened.
The room expanded, warmed by heat, its walls pushed, inched
forward. Wave mounted wave. Shadow puppets played
against the wall. The distance lessened.
The first bog deadly walk and coast line scramble. Half sheared, bones, and lost sheep. Bad omens for an impromptu walk. Dead enders. Sharp descents. Pink granite handles cut into the rock. A full weight held.
Near slips and real ones. Effaced. The terrific Sublime. Unluckily Wordsworthian. Coleridge was elsewhere. Hung over the back of a horse. More likely, fallen off a chair.