Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Sunday, October 7, 2012

PALEONTOLOGY

by Elliot Ian Ross

I’m in a sprawl
Drying out

Letting time stroll
Soaking in

Chin rubbing the carpet
Of the new apartment
Wasting light

Beetles at this level, they’re cows
Elephants, I feel them surviving
Like swelling peaches.

Persisting in massiveness being
Dinosaurs lost and I’m a universe
Big.  Awkward waste of space
Fleshy. Lumpy. Wrong.

Fermenting under soursweet lemon light
Shunning time.

While beetle flashes blueblack and green
Volkswagen on tiptoe
Primed to combust.

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