brontosaurus

brontosaurus

inevitable steps, reluctant momentum
they stop to browse the canopy
of the clearance rack.

i carry these ideas
like a caveman carries spirituality and vague fire science,
as I wilt in front of the flat screen tv’s.
who doesn’t have sympathy for a homo-sapien,
with a nice cell phone who was recently born again?

Have you ever jacked off
to the Venus of Willendorf?
‘No,’ they emphatically reply
but this years baby crop proves
they lie.

A whore
at the big box store
leaned against the bike rack
in the slobbering rain.
‘Who did you vote for?’

there really is no denying
we devolved when we signed on.
with the attention spans of birds,
my generation follows what ever is absurd. fire in our phones.

I'm not saying she's fat,
i'm saying she's pre-historic
and I adore it.