Consume (Kongamato) 10/26
The universe is a broth
spilling from the open beaks of giant storks
We are but bits of meat
floating in the periphery of such beasts
Remember when you were a child
and you wished you could live with dinosaurs?
Here is a target painted on your chest
and a rope to hang yourself with
Loop it over the pick of the bird’s beak
and knot it under your apple
What flavor is the universe?
mostly dark and reeking of the Cretaceous
The scent of asphalt bubbling
and the call of seagulls off the coasts of Africa