Mother of Wings

This piece was initially about the flying mammaliform1, a lineage similar to living mammals but quite as we understand a mammal to be2. Now it's about a desire to escape from the pressures of  not being wanted.

Millions before the modern era, age of my early child I crawled under leviathans
A nocturnal dweller
A lurking time traveller staggering through history

When will we fly?


In a bowl rich with Asian grains, both in size and in kind
A Mesozoic mosaic put together in theAge of Reptiles
Now I find myself lying flat on my epitaph
Naked and exposed, just showing impressions of skin and bone

Momma your wings didn't break my fall
your gliding destination unknown

When will we fly?

Incisors erupted painfully but quite truthfully, when "rats" took to the sky
Unique occlusion fuels your delusion
A diffusion of images creates a haze
A maze for my wandering mind

Like a mortar and pestle you crushed me
Like a dinosaur steps on a mortal
Like a pest in your field of dreams

Haramiya knows not the sweetness of sour grapes
My protocones used to eating stems and pine cones
Not remarkable to hear you silent
Not a single remark as you blaze with your herbivores
My volition you cut, my wing volant no more

When will we fly?


This past Wednesday you paraded your male menagerie
In front of me evidence came to light

When will the "rats" take to flight?

Overhead I soar
While down below my arm carries needle sores, a design I adore

In pre-placental flight, on one silent night,
"Rats" will take to the sky

Ken Gerhard looks for the woman of Danang
And I wrap my fang around sugar death
The platypus chromed your family tree
In return you poached her egg
Lineage of words produced pouches of hope
The kangaroo curious questions while the possum furious,

When will we glide?

Tell about a branch no one knew before, more primitive than you or I
Surprise some swam in Jurassic jacuzzis while other scavenged your ravaged fridge
Volaticotherium a no-name with credit card debt
You oogled and googled my skinny corpse as though you hadn't eaten for awhile
Then served me bits of bone,

Flickers on a frame from another film
Our paths convergent and our roads will not cross again
It's meaning stretches from your cheek to your leg
And your tail long enough to step on,
Warm blooded in appearance but not skin deep


When will you fly?






Works Cited


1.   Zhe-Xi Luo; Qing-Jin Meng; David M. Grossnickle; Di Liu; April I. Neander; Yu-Guang Zhang;
Qiang Ji (2017). "New evidence for mammaliaform ear evolution and feeding adaptation in a Jurassic ecosystem". Nature. in press. doi:10.1038/nature23483

2.  Zimmer, C. (2017). When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth, Mammals Took to the Skies. New York Times. Retrieved August 9, 2017, from https://www.nytimes.com/2017/08/09/science/dinosaurs-flying-mammals-squirrels.html.

The Law of Succession

The paleontologist digs up your bones,
a fossil among the living dead,
confirmed and expanded by your silence
the australian deceased wombat wont make a comeback
you barely noted dully when you tossed my dreams
into the gully in full gravity
and my purity you sullied, turned it to depravity

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave

Tingamarra marred the marsupial "Mara"
their histories erased by placental supremacists
Argentine armadillo curls up to withstand the storms of time
as my curled frame withstands your famines
my glyptodont granddad protects me
from the shell shock of your age of ice
your silence speaking cold and your eyes my love ignored
familiar forms fading into the dust just when I opened to you the most

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave

You and I obviously of different fauna
both in heart and in mind
I wont be singing odes to you anymore
our pattern of correspondence saw decline
when you ignored my colors
today you descend without modification
in your scheme of cruelty and in crime
I will succeed vertically while you wallow in slime

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave

I survived many hitches, I survived just fine
I'll withstand your your attack of ice and stone
I'll ruffle my feathers one more time

Just like JAWS replaced Megalodon
Someone will be succeeding you
You'll just be a stain on a floor
you and I of different times, both in heart and mind
I shall stand and you shall wallow in slime

And the dead will mourn
When the young are pissing on their grave

Tara the Engineer (Moving On)

The terror of moving away from you,
I'm just transitional form speeding past through time
watching the time I wasted on you

Novel characteristics flew by your auld vestige of kindness
in Germany feathered dragons found to be birds
and I,  just a side branch, one more stepping stone for your one way flight

I realized you gone before you left, your skinny body like a small dinosaur
vulnerable and devoid of cozy fluff no more in my bed, empty nest
No longer lay my head on your breast, my hope in the middle of the night that you turn right just when you left me crushed like an egg

Feathers that adorned adonis plucked painfully one by one
once I recalled the walking whale nimbly without weight danced on the land
now the jailed dromaesaur dreams of flight, glimmer of light in his cell but for now staring at million dollar bail

My pelvic vestiges cant walk me anywhere away from you,
the basilosaur mistook for lizard was really touchy feely mammal,
you denied your milk to this kitten that cried,
and your enormous hind limbs form awkward chain link between limbed and limbless


Wish I was a train speeding away from you

Victoria the Vivisectionist

Vestige ragged remnant, body form useless to you
Rudy's rudimentary organs too much time too little want,
married man's penis vestigial no sex life with wife,

You take the path of least empathy and increased entropy,
vivisectionist pressure eased "harmful appendage", this your sick adage,
appendix intestine clandestine like Apteryx wings,
taken out of context is textbook serial psycopath, you killed the caged bird that sings

Vestige offer no vantage point like grandad's vile vulpine ears so it disappeared,
well i gave you my heart like pumping treasure,
your scalpel took its measure your chill took the rest and ripped it out my chest

You junk my DNA and exact my arms and legs,
subtract my emotional tract and thats a fact

Degenerate degrades degenerate kinds from knife's point of view, its precision persecutes and executes in full

The penguin on pins and needles walks,
his beak pricks ballon of flight but its alright,
he finds in water his bouy

By degree you boil your toads,
the ostrich wing wound stitched,
by detriment damaged and left stunted stubs,
all just a stunt for your class

Blunt object, blunt discretion blatant lack of compassion,
assasin by passion, you left ark of lamarck razed and ravaged,
the descent of man is complete

You utterly aborted our precious moment, utterly abhorrent,
the docent of death unearthed freudian demons that took my last breath

Extraction emancipation my obsession, extirpation from your sinister persuasion,
I risk my wrists and morphological real estate
go ahead, carve my flanks into steaks,
take a break and exact my testicles then sever toes from the horse

Cut the ratite rare and make the nerd flightless, useless
like eyes of the axolotl, and those of the cave fish
I wish for sight severely
Go ahead slander my anatomy
the python's path lined with pylons crawled on his pelvic pegs as if former walking legs,
the amphisbaenian lost his right lung, gained the wrong song

The ileum colonel in his dungeon like colon corrodes with chains,
tailbone disease borne no more since we stepped into the pliocene,
goosebumps stress and raise my reflex of imaginary hair when scared,
butI'm prepared

I'll close my eyes to hide from burning light,
but you dear are blind