The blush of May-December
A soul-spoken smile.
Sidelong glances
In a game for two
Illicit attention
then Public shame
She preened no more
And December went down In dark turbulence
Two wrongs, though eager and rushed,
Did not make a right
Monthly Archives: October 2019
The test of time
In forest found,
a javelin,
its haft bejeweled with beads.
Its feathered shaft unraveling
was hid amongst the reeds.
Such luck there was
to find this thing,
of mythologic worth,
whose perfect point and balancing
impaled the crooked Earth.
The encryption of Forever
It is something we must not touch
though we try
In endless Tetris,
we fondle the geometry of shapes
We lock them neatly into their places,
knowing we are yet far away from the answer.
The encryption of Forever
Time in the trillions.
The nerve of me
Sometimes
I get the horrors
when bodies are near me,
falsely imbued with menace.
But, I can dance with you.
Shop in the throng’s milieu.
Navigate the bellicose traffic.
Then home, where the heart is,
quiet (soft and still) is needed.
Don’t come near, my partner dear,
bear witness to fomented fear.
Phantoms seek attention here,
but keep their whispers from my ear.
The badness.
Where is home.
A rainy day
Tie-dye me a shirt
the purple and ochre of bruise.
I’ll salt it away in a drawer,
and save it for a rainy day
like this.
If only you knew what’s inside of me now,
you wouldn’t want to know me,
somehow.
33: A mantis in Atlantis
Under the sea
Under the sea
Life is much better
Down where it’s wetter,
take it from me!*
I was strapped to a stool
facing a desk
on a concrete floor
under a hot light
Behind the desk sat a Mantis.
Unusually large (s)he was.
Triangular visage.
Opaque eyes.
Saw-toothed arms, chitinous wings.
Elbows on the desktop. (do they have elbows)
It wanted me to play the shell game.
With actual shells.
It lifted the centre shell
and placed a copper key underneath it.
I knew it would fit my locks.
With a whiz whiz here
and a whiz whiz there,
it stymied my eyes.
Then chittered out some tiny bubbles.
I was to pick.
Left-hand one: empty.
Right hand one: The key! I had done it!
Whereupon it raised up a grassy palm,
stopping my reach.
Pointed to the centre one.
I lift.
It’s me, miniature me. Runs around with a puny scream.
Mantis makes a grab. Stuffs mini me into mandibles.
Reaches out with saw-toothed arms…
*Disney
Watch your tongue
So close, so comfortable.
Confident, and cocky.
The tongue to the teeth.
It whistles and wounds,
Tickles and titillates.
But, have an eye on avarice,
lest the teeth, with a bite, rebel.
And often check for unlearned lessons
and Egos prone to swell.
In print!
I’m pretty happy about that!
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