Yes, life's a cocoon, etc. That's often mentioned. Less so that
most of the luna's life is past by the time the mouthless winged thing
crawls forth to flutter and mate. Who thinks of five homely, hidden instars
munching sweetgum leaf? The cocoon's a Mexican jumping bean if you
unwrap its cloaks, hold it in your palm. Then what to do? You can't rehang
it to the twig. Sickly curious, you pry into the pure white wool
of its affections and find a dark conch-shaped homunculus
flailing and flipping like a cod in a gunnysack but dreaming of flight
on great green wings, doomed by exposure. Is it better to mature
and then die stuck like a cryptic post-it on a windowpane, wings frayed
by fugitive flights? Do dead pupas and moths awake to different or
the same next-afterlives?
                                    Failed lovers, reborn, eat satisfied lovers
for breakfast. Everyone gets a shot and takes a shot as life's wheel turns
the protoplasm into this pot or that. The glaze of joy, the glaze
of confusion and pain, bake onto each face and chip off bit by bit,
rewarding agony, taking their pound of flesh for your sweet caress.

wonderful pondering, Tom.
last stanza strong.  
loving this collection!
it must be the hair! :)

think you're missing 'in' in the sentence below.

unwrap its cloaks and hold it in your palm

thanks,

tiko

Thanks for the missing "in" and the general encouragement, Tiko. Tom

p.s. - yes, that do's a flamer, but is it good enough to carry a full-length feature film like Sean Penn's in "Dead Man Walking," Mickey Rourke's in "The Wrestler" or Michael Douglas's in "The Solitary Man"?

Kevin Costner, Dances with Wolves


tiko

well i could listen to that go on over pints in the backyard.  the scientific outlook mixing with the philosophy of a cockeyed behavorist is gnarly.  a few good lines for me - 'cod in a gunnysack' 'a dark conch-shaped homunculus' and L1 into 2 of S2.  lawrence

Thanks, Lawrence, for your reactions - and for spurring me to view this writing as my beer! Tom