"ungulate" poems
Yes, it's seemingly a nonsensical rhetorical question, but, for that precise reason, it will illustrate a lesson, if you so desire to tag along for this short session.
Per Wikipedia, "The horse (Equus ferus caballus) is one of two extant subspecies of Equus ferus. It is an odd-toed ungulate mammal belonging to the taxonomic family Equidae." Hmmm... I much prefer that the horse goes "Nay," eats hay, has a mane, and is ridden by cowboys, cowgirls, Indians, equestrians, knights, jockeys, conquistadors, Mongols, and all. Even better, just point a horse out or otherwise show a picture to a kid and they will never be mistaken again. Even the littlest ones will never be stumped when faced with a rhino, tiger, giraffe, camel, and such.
Admittedly, there is a worry that we could be fooled with that of a donkey or mule. How come no one has taken advantage of this?! What a scam to get us rich! "Duh doy," you say, cause we all know when we see a horse, so why would anyone try to trick us with an *** Well I ask you in turn, why does anyone try to trick us with good art versus bad, let alone art versus crap? How could anyone fall for that?!
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
A milk udder lure between her thigh
though her chanty where bin nigh
as day her ungulate would stack
their jugs full in this wooden shack
while shop worn gloves did amount
a shine must replete but always count
only first total inside their raw clement.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Realizations
like pathways walked over with
moccasins and sandals
and ungulate feet.
the trail blazed by a tribe
is followed many times.
a line between
the time that seems
to snake through sand.
so fine,
i just want to **** you,
on the sand,
so fine,
we've been here before...
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
pale sheet
besmeared
with inky
red's
black's
(blues)
catch on my i's
as glide (drip slither) - ing
across shimmering
linoleum
brown rounds (wrapped in white)
lead me down
perfect lips
to (between)
soft *******
ungulate
with rhythmic
lucidity
(i would put my strong hands
to your unbearably beautiful
vessel)
if only my mouth
didn't lack
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
• This great division of space. •
And the untamed plants.
Geckos...
Pose as domestic pets -
slide along its faded railings.
Casing draughty walls,
tethered to rafters loose lashing;
hanging in jungle green.
I clean up the wild flowers
that float in the a i r, without
explanation, without wrong measure.
Is as it comes -
I am ashamed that this is all I want.
A testament to solitary hawks in the upper branches.
Flutter in memory carefree cardinals
in this leaf-strewn place,
Dragonflies form wing-prayers
We kneel and peel our shoes off,
drop our feet to sleeping grass
to be closer to the narrow splendor.
Peacocks honk rough phrases, asking anyone.
Commuting the tracks, between valley stream.
I linger limbo roads
On the jungly drive,
pass a farm that repeats
its exotic fruit tree, the elbows of orange blossoms
Guava groves, avocado arsenal,
saturated ocean views beyond pestyflower frills.
At the life proof gate. This world is untidy
with its muddy banks, with its eyes.
1000 flower bloom
Listening feral fowl, ungulate shake
Retirees friendly fire,
Long forgotten barbwire crossing creeks
the mountain lost in a sea of green
This land, like me, is free
To live a less domesticated dream
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
the enfeebling mistake
veiled as a no-no
the little miss brazen **** bears the brunt
of what now must be a joke
incoherently fishing about for the juice
indecent glycemic index
meter says 30
profile says 10
or 15
milligrams of the judy blue pastille
no gobs to say about she
but when her jeans genuflect
no tiff
no tease
be a lamb or another even-toed ungulate
and give the poor girl what she needs
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 12:58 AM UTC
oh, sweet discovery--
an affirmation, iterate anew--
frissoning along the spinal ungulate
of waxing waning curve of time i spin
within that spiral, scapular
for sternum bloom in thinning breath
to thick, spread elongate
digitally ground
and see the phasing moons
as one, what, separated is in union once again
as what, in being one, unites united difference all again, again
--again repeated-- in my cells that newness thread
laddered spiecieswide, and more
alighted language coding
holograms in boon of sun--
golden futures past--
univocally found
by none, by all and only some,
and even only one
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
Crushed animal bones
Pulverizing teeth into powder to snort
Diamonds and emeralds glued to you
Your face disgusts me
Anorexic ****
My brain threw up today’s thoughts
You can’t call me bulimic
I’m way past that
Tough jaw
Raw eyes
Dry lips
****** nose
A tea bag of ungulate organs
The water is crimson
Burgundy hues look like an oil spill
It tastes like hate
Skin the cat
Hang it like a flag
Tie your shoes together
Don’t fall and scrape your knees
Tough jaw
Raw eyes
Dry lips
****** nose
Velvet puppies
Smiley and slobbery
Hair like clouds
Make me feel happy
Melancholic pills
The dogs are dead
Fur smeared on the wall
Black tar on their snouts
Tough jaw
Raw eyes
Dry lips
****** nose
My diet of dirt
Feasting on the flowers
Petals ache like my stomach
I get lost in the fields
Popping balloons with a child
Poking their arms with needles
Red rivers flow out
They stare in awe and terror
Tough jaw
Raw eyes
Dry lips
****** nose
My vocal cords are shredded
Torn out of my system
I want to whisper, “I love you”
But you only hear me scream
I taste something new
It hurts my tongue
I wonder what it is
Crushed animal bones
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC