Farm (Notevember 2022, #31)
‘Here at the Mega Egg Company we say you got to break an egg to make a few omelettes! Just a little joke for you, folks.’
‘Here at the Mega Egg Company we say you got to break an egg to make a few omelettes! Just a little joke for you, folks.’
Fossil-fuelled heart for a grey dinosaur
Slick as petroleum, that’s what you are
All that you stand for, it makes my blood boil
How can’t you see blood is thicker than oil?
It had been a disastrous week. Literally – with news of local flooding. Figuratively, too; Denise had dumped me on Monday, moved out by Wednesday, and on Thursday morning I discovered someone had rear-ended my car.
I hear blackbirds
I see orioles
They know the winds by name
Singing them out
I know the winds, too
One more walk in the snow
I can feel your trepidation coming closer
One more breath, then I go
It’s the hardest thing to know that it’s all over
I’m the mascot of House Stark
I am mighty, hear me bark!
When I yip and when I yap
I can match the thunderclap!
Ugh, mimes
The perfect metaphor, aren’t they?
Pushing against invisible things
Conjuring obstacles for themselves out of thin air
Trying to fit into made-up boxes
I could see one now; a Fairie scout sitting on the desiccated corpse of a Nightmare Beast, like a hunter posing on a trophy kill.