Like a moth with woolen cloth,
Like a sloth in tree,
Like a bone in salty broth,
I'm in love with thee!
Stare and you'll go blind,
Then see if you can find
Another way to view the day
Before you lose your mind.
Bury me by mossy logs,
By rotten fungi in foggy bogs,
And leave me to decay in peace,
Dilapidated, destroyed, deceased.
Our Lives of Yarn
Our lives of yarn, the fortunes we've amassed
And the wisest ones end up the same as fools—
I watched those boxers, strong as oxen,
Move with moxie 'round the ring,
Flinging fists while bobbing, weaving,
To see who'd be the next big thing!
O June, you fill my days with brightness,
For there is lightness in your look,
Your touch, your golden kiss, O June,
Return to me or strike me sightless!
* (Poem supposed to be written in the shape of a snake)
She coiled 'round my neck,
And foiled all my plans,
We toiled and tussled and spoiled our glands.
The kingdom of man is a tragic joke,
One we cackle and cry at until we croak,
And fairytale endings don't really exist,
For a frog is a frog even after it's kissed.
The purples of dusk,
A warm, gentle breeze,
Clusters of trees.
The dark hues of night,
So solemn and vast,
Feeling at ease,
At last, at last...
All You Need
A glimmer of hope is all you need,
A sprouting seed to help you cope,
A ray of light to keep you sane,
A grain of truth amidst deceit
Is all you need to ease your pain.