make a mess of it all
dissect living flesh without anasthetic
sow seeds to pluck later
sin’s littler flowers, rose-scented petals
so many, many thorns
feel the bones around the eyes
zygomaticocfacial foramen
posterior lacrimal crest
exotic birds waiting to sprout feathers
or fossilize like the ancient dinosaurs
they are
look at the t. rex skeleton
who says
hens don’t have teeth
Words and Feathers 
“who says
hens don’t have teeth” — Nice!
Thanks!
Hens don’t have teeth
My uncle tried to hypnotize
A chicken once
Did it work?
No my uncle was a crazy man
Who I loved dearly is humor
Was great my guess is why
We got along so well
I wonder if you could hypnotize a chicken and make it act like a human? Sadly, I had no relatives that were funny.
My uncle was a hoot
Wonderful how you turn all those impossible medical terms poetical.
Thank you. I thought they sounded a little magical.
I was hooked from the first line, maybe because I related to making a mess of things
Thank you. I think there are volumes to be written about screwing up.
I am the queen of screwing up
I’m sure you are the queen of many things, including words.
aww
Another gem. You are an inspiration, my feathered friend! Who’d know better about poetic dinosaurs and birds than you?!
Right? I mean, I’m old as dirt. 😉
If you’re dirt, I’m mud. We just mix, baby.
PR
Sticky!
Dirty!
Oily?
Muddy!
Definitely slippery!