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NOCTURNAL JOURNAL
I am lounging on a plump mat
A puppy warms and closes
Taking little bites of my ears!
Charm or harm?
I have no appetite for Spam
So I logout of cyberspace
Ignorance or arrogance?
This is not me I am strange
When I am in the private range
Unsociable. Uncourteous.
Crude or rude?
Riding like a horse
The gates of delirium open
I want to eat the heat oops!
But I remain stuck in delicious peat
Here is my request (cringe):
Stable of tabled
I yearn for a change
This is a tiring binge
I oil my hinges but they still creak
I retire in soggy attire
A puppy warms and closes
I lounge in the plump mat
Charm is in the harm
HAY SHACK ROMANCE
Wrenching doors and barring windows
Wretched pants and biting ants
Frigid floors and desperate juggles
In the hay heap at the goat house
Don't remind me
Of cruel cruises on hard floors
Goats watching and bats peering
The thatch reeking with termites
Don't remind me
Of ants occupied with reckless vengeance
Mumbled orders and kung-fu postures
Don't remind me, don't!
Of love in a horrid hay shack In the village ages back
NAKED CARE
Throw that frowning brow ,
Deglul Ma Wahal Lah!
Parity of the cultures is abstract
Let modernity go with scrap!
For comparison will only abstract
Birds and bats all may fly
But eggs scarcely come the bat's way
Care is bare
Deglumah, Deggamah!
When I tell this scorching fact
All comes in soft padding
In bric-a-brac blabber
The hen tramples the chicks
But disowns not too soon
In the event of a dawning hawk
Care cannot spare
Deglumah, Deggamah!
True care has no postulate
Is theory deficient wholly
But truth can be so true
I can but only say:
I care, I cared, and I will care!
Deglumah, Deggamah, Deggalah!
FLAKES OF PROMINENCE
A butterfly. A fly
With that unsteady power it endures
A sparrow too flies
Time is the best flier!
Crabs crawl and I walk
But man is multi-dimensional
From liquid to malleable solid
A droplet of fluid to a blot of blood
Flesh and bone finally emerges
In a final act so grueling
I was baby. A toddler
I am a boy. A man
Grown out of children's clothes
Grown out of a baby's nappy I will grow into, somebody? Someone?
What will I grow into?
What will I be?
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