Monday, December 18, 2017

* Excerpt from "Llama Love" *

Bone Song

Why are you with a man who boils tar for amusement,
then walks the walk like the Holy Book says?
Why are you eating the best buzzard’s brain?
Why don’t you like a twice-charged halo?
Why are you frank with him only behind his back?
You sully your wings flying so low behind.
When one is so disconnected from reality,
one isn’t usually in favor of auditing people’s flight.
There’s no clear evidence that flight even exists
outside of your imagination.

-excerpt from Llama Love, c. 2017 Flying Monkey Press

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