Debriding Oatmeal from Road Rash

Though tectonics may smooth our footfall
the incessant gnawing of carnivores ravages 
our hallowed timeline so that the carefully braided
and braised upon the altarfire relinquishes a sweeter
flesh, juicy with the unscorched fat of paralyzed
heuristics painted in proper archaic proportion
yet it is the strangely raw gaminess that piques our
naked instinct from its slumbering slurping of
globules of predigested grains lumped for the 
swallowing like some proffered milky dogma

We who wear the antlers scorn our mother's cheese
and carve our failures into a sigil of scars unshielded
our tongues cut out so we may no longer blaspheme
the nightmind or name the stars as our children
though treading on unheeded grass with blind conceit
and bartering for pelts and wolfheads unconquered
we are uneunuched by the howl of the wilderness 

For we hunt the wobble of trajectories
reaching across the astral tide to encompass
and cast webby neurons into Grecian urns
crafting tuning forks out of bronze spoons
and placing them against Giai's puckish quim
to gauge a new consternation and feel the
asphalt scour our sanguinity from our sinew

Falling upon the thrill of sharpened tusks
lunging to pluck our heart strings from our
hearth until the inertia staggers into an
early grave and our golden lance of expectation
looms over us unscathed pronouncing our one
syllable slave name while we hide the crimson 
stain under white robes and powdery wigs

Yet on rainy days we still invoke the letter 
magic of lost poetry and pontificate on their
less obvious meaning as if their unicorn wings
could fit into the lumpy pus of consideration 
rinsed by flow state romantics fancying them
selves bards of the new tradition while still
trapped in Venus' florid fly trap unspilled.