by Matt Caliri |
Categories:
nature,
Everyday another moment wakes me.
My love hunts like a wildebeest around rusty corners
Craving lost memories.
I am the coward and the hero.
You are the wizard and the one and only angel.
We will traverse this corrugated truth,
Gliding upon our own wits,
Feeling our elbows milk into singularity.
And all this on the same day flowers
Uproot themselves
And go door-to-door
Knock-knock-knocking.
And then my wife comes in.
We talk and laugh and whatnot in tired waves.
And I re-read everything before she entered my soul
And it’s all rubbish.
I never went on that frontier.
by Jack Ellison |
Categories:
nature,
So wildebeest must have a lot of time on their hoofs
If you've seen a herd, you'll know they've found the nook
They surely enjoy sex
Females always say yes
Male asks “gnu”? And the task is undertook!