Burnt Fly Blog

forest for the freaks

There are plenty characters
all alike really
planted in lines
waving by
but at the end the same
How much different
the old singer named Chicken
for real
Will Gamble,
Angel of the hutch,
Aqua Gorilla,
Weeping willow willy
too unreal
for blog poets, a script treatment, your stalling novels
best to be left alone in the woods
if just for now
like the twisted Maidenhair Ginkgo
knowing of it's unique individual looming
is receipt enough
admiration from the observation deck
is on hold
for real
no cutting distinctions, written sap
pouring from flailing limbs
over saturated/populated prose
spectated, falsely celebrated
trying to touch oddity from afar