Evening In Jurrasica
Posted: 04 Dec 2017, 09:48
When I was a kid, I'd walk out
at dusk to where our street died
or ran on under alias through
fields of corn that came right
up to the ditch, lay down on
the asphalt, letting it hold me
in the warm breath of its other
skin, before tar pits, before
comets rained like foil confetti.
The white line split me at the crotch
and I was half boy, half predator
hiding in the tall grass, waiting
for headlights, lumbering glow-
eyed prey, and it was a game
to not move, see how close
they came without rolling away.
Id stay until it was hard to tell
star from firefly until it blinked,
or I lost my nerve, broke cover,
ran to safety of the back-lit porch,
the screen door slam,
and go inside to eat or be
eaten beneath the killing skies.
at dusk to where our street died
or ran on under alias through
fields of corn that came right
up to the ditch, lay down on
the asphalt, letting it hold me
in the warm breath of its other
skin, before tar pits, before
comets rained like foil confetti.
The white line split me at the crotch
and I was half boy, half predator
hiding in the tall grass, waiting
for headlights, lumbering glow-
eyed prey, and it was a game
to not move, see how close
they came without rolling away.
Id stay until it was hard to tell
star from firefly until it blinked,
or I lost my nerve, broke cover,
ran to safety of the back-lit porch,
the screen door slam,
and go inside to eat or be
eaten beneath the killing skies.