dinosaur parade

i wonder about dinosaurs sometimes
as i sit with my chin propped in my hands, peering out the window
and the dinosaur parade meanders along
slowly the talk and with words seemingly so primitive i don’t easily understand
they bellow loudly, slowly, and in a very low pitch
i can almost make out words
as their tails stop traffic and their long, low hanging necks break trees
their words are uttered but before they reach me they become fossils and crumble in the streets
an angry tyrannosaurus growls in the rear
all are mesmerized
though none understand the dinosaur parade

what are you trying to say?
what do you mean when you meander about?
father time does not know you anymore
father time does not like you anymore

the parade is over, for now
i collect fossils
i become a verbal archeologist but
nothing makes sense
i look for the dinosaurs to ask them why but

they hide like cockroaches
from a sun called truth

i wonder about dinosaurs sometimes