the taxidermy of longing

the taxidermy of longing
is an envelope stuffed with obsolescence
a straw trophy lingering over its consequence
powdered with the fine dust of discarded
to kill in distant lands
we are deeply marked by our desires
it is just a skin
a rented home
a series of sensations
refashioned into postures
with effort skill and a shining aura
resting peaceably
it is a man-made beast
that blurs the distinction
a bizzare aliveness that is dislocated
from death
and the attendant oblivion
which is a shadow following the future
I am one of them
raised for meat

many words contain blanks
or others
that fit neatly inside frequencies
a vocalaise
that describes something that means something
that can’t be described
it is not copying the alphabet I have problems with
it is carving the words in stone
a brook that can babble in any language
a one size fits all nothingness that rubs up against
a long legged green turtle in a treetop

the fat hour arrives on the river
a calm hermitage
a second hand arrow fingered with gloved
a big sleep of unknown origin
a nude slope
the two faced lamb
on sale is crossing over
a white tuna done with school
becomes a great friend to fishermen
silver zebras wait on the prehistoric green plain
and as expected they refuse to be moved
their desires are so beautifully rusted

the taxidermy of longing

Anthony DiMichele

Friday Harbor, United States

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