there was a spark in mindless stupid
would it not be the ladies remarking
at scooped cut asphalt
jagged, freeing suffocated Terre?
the most fertile , the most thirsty.
Lush outside. inside the skin?
rancid repulsive desiccation,
a piquant impulse for escaping love.
Mouth's morning wift: gloomy, heavy, smoke.
Framework: gaunt & yellow, a Purple cadaver among stern Circles, reflecting the Nausea of popularprice
Kiss your girl in thick of it,
The lush green chaotic knot of jungle,
Kiss her all night long,
To the tune of the hyenas' choral screech,
Take your girl to the river bank,
And spoon water into her parched mouth,
Point out the flocks of gulls that come to rest,
Near the hyenas across the pond, who wait for you.
Sit with your girl on the cliff tops,
And watch the amber sunlight pour into the clouds,
Kiss her perfect lips,
And ignore the hyenas' stares.
Walk your girl to the open plains,
And mishear her calling you her boy,
For the hyenas' are far too distracting.
Leave her there, for them.
My fickle dreams
are constantly interrupted
by bothersome hyenas
hyenas they are funny the seem to laugh a lot
but there was a sad one whos laugh he had forgot
he just wore a frown when ever he would play
the laugh he used to know was so far away
walking through the jungle he was very sad
he had lost his laugh the only one he had
a friendly little elf who was passing by
he had heard hyena as he began to cry
elf he made a potion then he made a wish
that hyena he could laugh again with the potion in the dish
hyena drank the potion his laugh it had returned
just to have his laugh back was all he ever yearned