The trouble with owls and thunder

The trouble with owls and thunder

A Poem by Tim Lion

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We met in another time. For aeons, our minds were bent to the will of relentless beast gods. We became brothers. Nobody understood the tie until it was temporaily cut. The dogfight that ensued was like methanol screams through a wildfire bullhorn. The devil asked us to move on. Said we were too much trouble.

 

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When the ashes were all swept up, we rejoined forces and moved to the wilderness. We made a deal to trade a white-faced owl jars of our homemade meanness for mouthfuls of whatever thunder he could steal from the behind the greyer clouds.

 

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The collection grew quickly. When we finally realized that old owl was just another beast-god who’d tricked us into doing his evil bidding, we drank the entire lake for spite. It killed us both for a few days, but upon waking, we knew we were cosmically fucked. Nothing sadder than two pissed off owls squawking heart-pains from a tiny wire cage as an old white-faced man feeds them thawed mice and giggles quaint hatred from unfamiliar lips.

 

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Even if anybody notices we’re gone, there’ll be no bodies found, no saviors to reach out to, no hope for redemption. Every beautiful dream finds a logical brick wall to bust its head against. That's the trouble with owls and thunder: they're both too loud to understand, and too hidden to trust.

© 2011 Tim Lion


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Wow! Impressive! I thoroughly enjoyed the trip through your pseudo-mythical mind. And there are just too many great lines in here to quote but several struck me with a resounding reverberation:
"We made a deal to trade a white-faced owl jars of our homemade meanness for mouthfuls of whatever thunder he could steal from the behind the greyer clouds." and
"It killed us both for a few days, but upon waking, we knew we were cosmically fucked."

Just, great work!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This is a jam-packed piece of f*****g awesome. I love the last stanza the most, dreams leading to a logical brick wall. One of the best lines I've read in a while. Smashing, solid piece of work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! Impressive! I thoroughly enjoyed the trip through your pseudo-mythical mind. And there are just too many great lines in here to quote but several struck me with a resounding reverberation:
"We made a deal to trade a white-faced owl jars of our homemade meanness for mouthfuls of whatever thunder he could steal from the behind the greyer clouds." and
"It killed us both for a few days, but upon waking, we knew we were cosmically fucked."

Just, great work!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..