Day: April 9, 2011

The Octochicken

After learning about the existence of the Octochicken last night, this is for my sci-fi friends….Garrett, Angie, Paul, Sylvia, Angela and Andrew! Beware the octochicken!

The octochicken crawled out of its web
with two weeping eyes on top of its head.
Best not to be caught alone in its’s room,
Those quick, skinny legs will spell your sure doom.

With a jump and a squawk
and a gittyup as it walks,
it shoots a strand of gossamer silk.
Woe be the one who becomes his milk.

Lumps of prey hang in the web overhead
encased in cacoons, forever in their eternal beds.
Run now! Run! And don’t look back.
The octochicken is coming!
He is three inches from your back.

Left of Center: Thursday Poets Rally 41

Angles a’jangle and elbows akimbo,
Eyes and limbs askew.
A hem hanging down and a tilt-a-wheel hat
defined all life that he knew.

Life was a cobblestone complete with a trip
On each and every third stone.
Storms with gale force winds was all he had every known.

The wind ripped his umbrella backwards.
Rain danced familiarly on his head.
Life was left of center
with elusive bits of brightness
that sparkled in the labyrinth of his head.