Slow? Or Quick?
Frankenstein fish paddle every
rural creek, crackling neon-
streaked streams where freaks
flare and bite. Brain-stem stubs,
double-headed hornets with
lantern bodies writhe while
entranced pumpkin heads laugh
on steamy sludgebanks at autonomic
polyfluoroalkyl St. Vitus’ dance.
We, tho, roam jungle streets,
urban dinosaurs ceaselessly
jonesing for extradimensional
bliss. We prance, a parade of
costumed circus lions, soon blessed
with the grace of a quick death.
Shay is the host of Shay’s Word Garden Word List. Shay says:
What we do here is simple: write a new poem using at least 3 of the 20 words on the list provided below, then link up, and visit others. One additional thing: in honor of Brautigan’s brief poetic style, if you’d like to write two or three very short poems (all in the same post, and please, no haiku) that’s cool. It’s up to you!