All our winged thoughts are turned to poultry.
— Henry David Thoreau, "Walking"
- Our flying fancies transform into domestic fowl.
- Our thoughts drink Red Bull and get a job.
- The stuff in our heads is all
flying around for a minute, then placed
in a coop and used for subsistence.
- A family sits to Thanksgiving dinner ("This turkey
is so delicious and tender!") and Icarus
the dog watches quietly from his cage
in the darkest corner of the house.
- Our thoughts had state-of-the-art rocket propulsion systems
and we got addicted to those rotisserie chickens from Wal-Mart,
which can get sorta expensive, and so we hadda sell off all our
but thur still down at the pawn shop if we really need 'em—
ICARUS don't take the wish-bone yet it's still got
some meat on it.
- We suffer from obesity, and our thoughts are too fat
to fly. However, once completely digested, they slide
down the colon really fast and ramp skyward!
and change to eggs, and float obediently
towards the fridge.
- Biologists were startled to discover a new species of turkey
thriving in American suburbs. These new turkeys
are prone to suicidal hallucinations about soaring
like golden eagles
through wide desert skies,
until hunters shoot them for lunch meat.
- We winged creatures have seen
our reflections, sun-baked and featherless
in the deep mirror of a lake, the window
of a microwave oven.