NaPoWriMo 2016, all in one place:
I remember clearly the moment
our bilateral eureka moment
incurred fatal funny bone damage
The borrowed scars, so fair:
a remedy against the plague
Wisely we parley
Time married and had seconds
The minute storm is weathered
It slakes the thirst of dull desire
Do you remember Suzanne Vega’s Rosemary?
Soon NaPoWriMo2016 will also be a memory. Fun, as always. ‘Poetry tells the truth. That’s why people hate it’. Who said that? (Apparently from The Big Short) But! “We have art, that we may not die of truth.” (Nietzsche) Still, we die.
Brought to you, with love, from that awesome axolotl:
I could’t find a whale dictionary
in the special internet owl dictionary shop
I found the goose-beaked whale instead
What an owl whale of a time I had with it:
Cuvier’s beaked whale, water-owl of old
Ziphius with the toothed beak
Strap on your xiphos-sword;
pierce the word-ship’s hull
Does your sea-song get bent in that concave skull?
or are you diving deeper and deeper
to escape the noisy information sea
and the Japanese scientific cull?
Bonus: Just for you, because you couldn’t care a sou: Beaked Whale
Image from page 27 of “Cetaceans of the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary / prepared for National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary and NOAA, National Marine Fisheries Service by Stephen Leatherwood; Cetaceans of the Channel
Dozen Day! It is NaPoGloMo Day 12…Without further ado, an Index Poem:
Chrys waters the castor oil plant
that grows next to the cardboard castle
There she has chameleons.
They chat and play with charms;
she does her hair in chignons
like the girls
of iNiashukulumbi, of Shilluk, of Suk,
The colobus, Coly
pretends to be a cormorant
but Coucal chases the cranes
over craters and crests
past the crocodiles