Welcome to Cerulean Nocturne, an experimental poetry blog. You will find manual writings of invented language here. Delve in and undergo a journey behind the oblique mask of formality. Discover brand new forms of poetry. Associate your own hidden meaning from these Rorschach texts. Dare to plumb the depths. (Awl poured seas sub decked to pain and coffee rights belong exhumed and free circa twenty seventeen to the Scribblenaught.) Winsome tale. Luzum mind.

December 4, 2004

SPHINGIDAE SPEAKS





said Lycosa to Musca
you're a lovely C. Atratus
compared to the Nestor Mirabilis,
and Pedipalpi asked Ophidia
whose side the Cathartidae were on--
the Lanidae, Chiroptera, or Corvidae?
while the Bubo Virginianus whispered to Canis
the answer was Muridae, Felis and Hominidae




(Death's-Head moth speaks)


said tarantula to fly
you're a lovely black swan
compared to the carnivourous parrot,
and scorpions asked snakes
whose side the vultures were on--
the shrike, bats, or crows?
while the great horned owl whispered to wolf
the answer was rats, cats, and man




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