curious rainbow
you pirouette
upon my window shade
like a pup
yearning to fetch
curious rainbow
you're only vapor and dust
yet
you see, like a friend
and you emanate
like the light bulbs that
exploded
when my father
blew a fuse
at Christmastime
lemonade pours upon ice
and I am gone
mother's happy pecks
upon my dirtied head
but when I return
curious rainbow
you too have vanished
Saturday, February 26, 2011
talk
listen about the jet stream
of flight
heard overhead
whilst below a sparkly unicorn
spoke with a triceratops
prattling, were they
under a canopy of verdant
leaves high above
yet
close upon
the maniacal waterfalls
and
misty hydrogen kisses
water drops danced upon
triceratops'
one and only horn
when the genius unicorn
comrade said
Harry
you've traveled in time
of flight
heard overhead
whilst below a sparkly unicorn
spoke with a triceratops
prattling, were they
under a canopy of verdant
leaves high above
yet
close upon
the maniacal waterfalls
and
misty hydrogen kisses
water drops danced upon
triceratops'
one and only horn
when the genius unicorn
comrade said
Harry
you've traveled in time
Hunger
There once lived a beast
Who hungered for a bone
I cannot sleep
The little beast thought
He tossed
And turned
He lounged around
His home
He did not excite over a walk
Over a squirrel
When his master said
What’s wrong, sport?
The little beast placed his head
Upon his paws
And sighed
One day, a young woman appeared
In the doorway
The master looked at her
And then at the little beast
And she looked at the master
And then at the little beast
Honey, perhaps he wants a bone
She said
The little beast perked his ears
And his head came off his paws
A bone? It has to be!
The master said
Beast went hungry no more
The end
Who hungered for a bone
I cannot sleep
The little beast thought
He tossed
And turned
He lounged around
His home
He did not excite over a walk
Over a squirrel
When his master said
What’s wrong, sport?
The little beast placed his head
Upon his paws
And sighed
One day, a young woman appeared
In the doorway
The master looked at her
And then at the little beast
And she looked at the master
And then at the little beast
Honey, perhaps he wants a bone
She said
The little beast perked his ears
And his head came off his paws
A bone? It has to be!
The master said
Beast went hungry no more
The end
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