Chaldeans

Chaldean glyphics

Unspecifics

Trajectories of sizeless gleams

They’re whispering, it seems

While through the hall fermented honey

Illustrates their nighttime sky

They gnaw chunks off of turkey thighs

I make sure my chair sits real high

One sign is not enough they say

At least, not as great as two

Numero deus impare gaudet

In the water something moves and says,

“Their stars are as Fomorian

As you.”

Neptune has at least ten moons 

Did you know Mars has two?

To think that they consult with Luna

When the sun dives through the blue!

We met a man named Purple Pete 

Somewhere along the river

His name came from his bluish skin

A side-effect from medicine 

What medicine? I begged him tell us

For I had never been so jealous

Three Irish girls in Reykjavik

Poured me a glass of Jamis

I’d lost Zolotse and to the quick

Was gap-toothed, though I smiled shameless

Have you seen Reynisdrangar yet?

They asked the tooth they cupped in palms

While I sipped whiskey, Zolotse answered,

“Saw it, yes, and felt it’s qualms.”

What you saw in sideways light

Is seen, I’m sure, by others

The lithic and the petrified

To you are what? Like, maybe cousins?

I walked all over Oahu

In search of wild pigs

Of porcine life I found no clue

No prints or paths through Cook pine sprigs

And if you’d like to hear the truth

I think they’re just another myth

Exhaling prehistoric spirits

He sing-songs while she sketches lyrics

Where rosemary sprouts in-between shingles

They still bake pizza on shields I’m sure

The earth’s own crust drizzled in pesto

Bite the rock! Pose there! Presto!