Coyote Mercury

words, birds and whatever else by James Brush

Waking for the Descent

We grabbed sounds from the air,
stuck them together, draped
language around actions,
tethering ourselves to history
inscribed in vellum, barked
and trumpeted for all to hear.

All this tonnage… it seems like magic.

We learned to tell convoluted
tales, twisting facts like
movements in a bellydance,
sapient and seductive.

What is that mist out there?

We carved the world like onion slices
to be devoured one-by-one,
ignoring the other passengers’
wrinkled noses.

Hold my hand.

Thumbing through the final pages, I skimmed
the moribund bibliography of My Heart:

Bark, Vellum K. Tether the Bellydancing. New Drape City: Moribund Hand, 2003.
Trumpet, J.J. “Tonnage.” Devouring Convoluted Onions. Mistburg: Sapient & Sons, 1993.

Fasten your seatbelt.
The plane will be landing soon.

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This is for Read Write Poem’s wordle prompt (#79). The idea is to write a poem using a given set of words. All of those words comprise the bibliography portion of this poem.

14 Comments

  1. I love this…love this….

  2. …draped/ language around actions,/ tethering ourselves to history

    Those lines feel eliotesque (TSish). Nice!

  3. Hey, it’s genius to have used some of the terms in actual references inside the poem. That’s one of those ideas I wish I’d thought of.

  4. I like how you used the words in this piece…very original. Good write.

  5. “world like onion slices”…and lots more here to enjoy

  6. So well done, as everyone has said. And I love, love, love the bibliography.

  7. Oh, the closing bibliography is such a clever way to use the words! Very nice.

  8. Thank you, all, for reading and for your kind words.

  9. I love the dreaminess of this, but I must say my favorite part of all is:

    “New Drape City: Moribund Hand, 2003.”

    (fasten your seatbelt, indeed!)

  10. I love this. What dreamy fun!

  11. Fantastic start and marvellous ending!

    x-y-z: all three axes

  12. We carved the world like onion slices
    to be devoured one-by-one,
    ignoring the other passengers’
    wrinkled noses.

    I love this.

  13. Thanks, everyone, for stopping by and reading this and also for your kind comments.

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