Obtuse Traditionalism

by Colin James / April 9th, 2017

There is something huge living
under my tool shed.
Flattened down grass precedes
a cavern like entrance.
No sightings yet although
my neighbor has seen the bushes move.
His vigilance is encouraging
and the motion detector I had installed.
We may have pictures soon
to inundate the internet. Speaking
into a microphone, of course.
The entrance gives off an odor of musk
some gland or fistula gone rampant.
It keeps the curious away
who pester in theoretical camouflage.
An expert has predicted a sinkhole down there
that ancient river running beneath all of us.
Her idea is to descend
when stability is finally confirmed,
and facilitate an historical provenance.

Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published. Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press and A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity from Piski's Porch Press and a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press. Read other articles by Colin.

This article was posted on Sunday, April 9th, 2017 at 8:01am and is filed under Poetry.