stream of consciousness: nature
nature is full of hair and teeth
and gnawed bones and leathery wings
hard shells and spindly legs
and colour-blind eyes
and beaks
a marula
mushrooms and marijuana
fins and luminous colours in the dark
inks, plankton, fire and ice
and green beasts turned to stone
and huge veins running blue blood frozen JUST as it begins to drip
through those jagged stone blades
thrust through its skin
one minute embraced by that perfectly sublime and soulless landscape
seeing the goddess in her finest jewels and
the next, there's a bear in your tent
heat-seeking blood sucking missiles
and huge red towering monstrosities
holding the tiniest, the most fragile, the most ruthless lords
and their blind, sticky progeny
feasting on the broken parts of the terror of giants
nature is full of elephants and mice
snakes and mongooses
flatworms and lice
tender silverfish hiding in the dark
always a moment's pause
to sun on a rock
or hide beneath one
this is a steam of consciousness from this morning, inspired by stomache butterflies given birth to by stressing over my first poetry reading; the evening was entitled "there's something about nature", and i think it was well received. it is here presented as i wrote it down (with a single change: "stopped" to "frozen"), and as i read it.
and gnawed bones and leathery wings
hard shells and spindly legs
and colour-blind eyes
and beaks
a marula
mushrooms and marijuana
fins and luminous colours in the dark
inks, plankton, fire and ice
and green beasts turned to stone
and huge veins running blue blood frozen JUST as it begins to drip
through those jagged stone blades
thrust through its skin
one minute embraced by that perfectly sublime and soulless landscape
seeing the goddess in her finest jewels and
the next, there's a bear in your tent
heat-seeking blood sucking missiles
and huge red towering monstrosities
holding the tiniest, the most fragile, the most ruthless lords
and their blind, sticky progeny
feasting on the broken parts of the terror of giants
nature is full of elephants and mice
snakes and mongooses
flatworms and lice
tender silverfish hiding in the dark
always a moment's pause
to sun on a rock
or hide beneath one
this is a steam of consciousness from this morning, inspired by stomache butterflies given birth to by stressing over my first poetry reading; the evening was entitled "there's something about nature", and i think it was well received. it is here presented as i wrote it down (with a single change: "stopped" to "frozen"), and as i read it.
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