1. Next
The last remaining sapien, today passed on.
A bird, a squirrel, many insects observed.
A first, since so long ago way back in time,
Bird called, not sang, and no person heard.
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Sarah Slid Down in Her Seat . . .
when Allan slept Sarah observed
his arches so beautifully curved
if caught she might look somewhat absurd
no matter, ’cause she felt rather stirred
Allan abided by a routine
his feet received amazing hygiene
literally, all sparkling and clean
and powdered to encourage a sheen
Buses For Women, By Women.
We’re women and we’re bus drivin’,
around your neighbourhood.
We only take aboard women (and girls),
is that clearly understood?
Pedestal
I never once asked,
“Place me up high”.
I’d hoped,
mere potential for fun.
Yet eight hours following,
a fumble in bed,
Turns out,
you’re a cry-baby ‘one’.
Knee’d
Keisha, a girl, with an unusual tic.
She’d knee any man met, ’til they were sick.
Shoot!
“you’ve got somethyng to seye? shoot!”
to arthur tolde guynevere.
“i have gotte the world on mute,
therfore youre soundscape ys cleare.”
“well,” arthur bygan, “it’s the whisperyng knights who shift,
sat unsettlyng around the round table –
that awkward over-sized weddyng gifte.”
“from my father!” guynevere loud voiced, yn this fable.
Like Someone Coming Out of a Trance
Like someone coming out of a trance. Tie-dye pattern, white, blue and lime green hat. How I reached this seismic fashion statement, Known only to Gods and Prophets. Revelations they're not revealing. Noticed on the street. Pedestrians make way, doors held open, traffic stops. Café coffee refills, merely for a presence. 'Live' advertising, Eye-candy snagging passing trade. Little actual conversation so far, suspect due to shock. Mouths agape, inside empty car showroom caverns. Begging paws shaken, offered by upright sitting dogs. All this life I have felt desired, But now, I feel valued.
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