Dinosaur Sonnet
“Everything is true, and nothing is true!”
—Albert Camus
My vanilla is dripping while fires spread
and there must be better ways to say this.
Land dinosaurs have been wiped out while
descendants of flying dinosaurs thrive.
Deep sea’s the new outer space and
chickens, modern dinosaurs. Your self-
drive BEV will soon self-drive off and,
like ducklings, we’re indebted to an asteroid
for enabling primates to evolve. In his poem
“Poetry Is a Kind of Lying,” Jack Gilbert
wrote, “truth may be told only so.” Now,
factoids are online, as are lies & creative
nonfiction. Sex is raunchier online—as
is chat, so go online and lie about sex.
Loafers
A baker must knead
his dough
and wait
for a rise.
His customers eat
his stowaway flies.
A writer must roll
his dough in lines
and wait
with spider’s mind
to eat
one fly.
Kenton K. Yee’s recent poems appear in Kenyon Review, Threepenny Review, Cincinnati Review, RHINO, Quarterly West, Poetry Northwest, Constellations, Denver Quarterly, DIAGRAM, I-70 Review, Rattle, and more. He writes from Northern California.
Facebook: @scrambled.k.eggs and Instagram: @kentonkyeepoet
Featured Image: Loafers by Prosperosity under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International license.
