Best Saurian Poems
I like the word "beastie," it sounds cute, it sounds Scottish. I'm thinking like 'Scotty' on 'Star Trek' would say, the immortal James Doohan, who I would have figured for a Scotsman, but a Canadian was he, and a good life lived.
On at least one episode of Star Trek he evinced a liking for 'Saurian brandy,' and 'tis certain sure that a stout beverage it would be. While back in the real world, ol' Jimmy boy stormed Juno Beach, Normandy, on D-day, then that very following night a scared Canadian machine-gunner let loose as our intrepid James made his rounds, hitting him six times with "friendly fire" (now how tough would that have been, to swallow as a metaphor at the time?). Improbable after that that life remained, middle finger, right hand, later had to be amputated, plus four shots to a leg, well now that would be thought to be well-nigh fatal, but no, and one in the chest besides, where a silver cigarette case preserved our man's life.
Called themselves free writers, clearly they have shown
Bunch of saurian cowards and repeatedly lacertilian liars
Blue Jay
I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm,
And unwittingly, caused the neck
To retract the mere measure as had
Raised the hand.
Lowering the foundling, the head rose.
Really? I continued. Down, up;
Extend, retract, eyes fixed
Always at the horizon.
Was it the avian gyroscope
Tacking as if to turbulence,
Or since motion can betray
Location - best feign frozen?
(Once they mused about millennia hence
But scarcely would’ve thought that whence
The confluence of Saurian and Simian roar
Could ever have writ so poorly a score
As has devolved to: cheep; rap nonsense)
I shall call you Icarus for impetuousness
Has got you to ground; like your hapless
Namesake, he from tempting high C,
You, before finding your key.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2018
How do we uproot ourselves from the earth to fully ascend to the heaves above,
how do we reconfigure our neurological pathways to convince our heads to unplug from the system,
our hands to put down the screens,
our eyes to blind themselves to the news,
our ears to block out misdirection,
our souls to repel artificial frequencies,
our morals to ascend the primal,
how?
How do we amputate the saurian tail,
and end the serpent’s day.
As the bison,
we require little more than food and water,
with the addition of shelter,
So,
what is the nature of the luxury by which we destroy ourselves,
our families,
our nation,
our earth,
does it creep into our lives by virtue of another’s trickery and greed,
Conformity,
In-group societal dynamics,
or simple desire,
the desire for comfort,
the desire to abandon the natural struggles of our true lot,
that which makes us most human,
most truthful,
most competent,
most skilled,
most alive.
Where do we go then,
once we have obtained an abundance of surplus not nearly necessary to the true and simple natures of our being,
bigger houses,
more clothes,
elaborate and finer foods,
multiple sources of heat,
innumerable flavours of drink,
when we have deserted the full adventure of life for a vacation in a constricted window of time,
rushing back to the drug of money,
a drug that dulls the dreams and sinks the spirit into the palest blue.
As seeds,
we have been convinced to place ourselves in the soil and shoot downward,
where our minds,
flower within the dark.