taurus. INBORN; (Parts one and two)

Fuel & Pollen, part 4. One of my personal favorites.

taurus. INBORN; Part One and Two.  

Part one. (feral)

Inborn. Mountain encased, still gloating the valley skid marks plastered on its hind, how sorry. Fur as scraggy as it is feral,

eyes closed, mouth open. 

Part two.  (Q.U.I.X.O.T.I.C)

Tangent lines define the quixotic bone marrow, bordering and connecting the dots. Young men look through wide lens, stroking its

vertebrae. Astrology glides over, the moaning and heaving ceases. Sol, and the uninvited, all  stay planted stationary. 

Mosaic wonderment, physics twinkle in its eyelids, and puts colour in its cheeks. Hydrogen atoms invert the; Animal 

on its hind. Eyes closed, mouth open. 

 

Author's Note

A kinda juxtaposed view on the constellation Taurus.

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

Strong visual stimuli in this poem. A unique style, but it fits it, to me seeming like the separate dots of the constellation, all stringed together by human imagination. Good work ^^