The Bird King’s Eggs

This piece is dedicated to Alejandro Jodorowsky.

1

The Bird King’s eggs are
subatomic particles
created serendipitously

by
a
sneeze

in a quantum physicist’s dream.

Occupying a space
between existence
and nothingness,

reason
and madness,

broccoli
and cauliflower,

they lie dormant
in the brains of millions,
their presence sometimes hinted

by a little blackout,
momentary aphasia,
a smudged face in a memory.

2

Frequently mistaken for full stops
(periods, if you’re American),
the Bird King’s eggs
are in fact
commas.

They rhyme with horse,
daffodil,
sponsor,
pustule,
lurid
and curtain.

But because they’re neither poetry nor prose, those with a mania for classification refuse to acknowledge their existence.

3

It won’t surprise you to learn
that the Bird King’s eggs
resemble hand grenades
or suppositories,
depending on the time of day
and state of mind
of the observer.

They smell of parsley, plastic and piss.

If you don’t have any,
you can make some at home.
All you need are
a jar of dolls’ tears,
a strip of lightning,
a ghost’s moustache
and twenty pints of sour milk.

4

We’ve reached that point in the poem
where a discussion
of the author’s intentions
is inevitable.

So, what do the Bird King’s eggs represent?

Lacking the stable symbolism
of a cross
or a skull,
the Bird King’s eggs
flicker
in
and out
of meanings,
whirring,
blurring,
burning.

They are coffins, building blocks, severed heads, cocoons, seeds, paper weights, lumps of clay, shells, bombs, Russian dolls.

5

Some have argued that the Bird King’s eggs are merely imaginary.

Their naïveté is astonishing.

—–

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