well, he didn't really get loose
I forgot to put him back with Spike after his 30 minutes of freedom
3 hours later, after looking under every chair and couch,
checking every room, every closet
inside every box of crap I keep in the basement
I got to wondering if he climbed into the basket of ***** clothes
and is now belly up in the rinse cycle
luckily that wasn't the case
after an exhaustive search,
I was convinced he was under or behind the refrigerator
but I was too tired to move it
so I decided to wait until tomorrow
as I was about to climb into my luxurious air mattress
something caught my eye in the corner
Zilla was poking his head out from under the speaker
of my mp3 player
stared at me as if to say;
'you lookin' for me?'
I knew he was hungry...he didn't think about that
when he went awol
so I put him back in his glass house where Spike gave him a
'welcome home'
slap in the face with his tongue
and I fed him a nice juicy superworm

no fur on the clothes or furniture
no barking at the neighbors
no smelly litter boxes or yard mines
no yearly shots, expensive food, flea and tic oil
sweaters, burial plots, surgeries, walks in the park...MUST I GO ON?!
Geckos...the perfect pet!

Fleeting signs of a body lay
dried by time and desert Sun
chosen sanctum
here he'd stay
rest his heart
end his run
crisp clear nights
spark cleansing dreams
spirits walk the cooling land
evil fears what Heaven deems
a haven in the sand
hope had sent this bitter soul
to seek content in death
beneath the nightly desert sky
a smile precedes
his final breath

I am wrapped in the vivid dream of watching a door slam itself
followed by the mattress giving way to the weight of someone not there
at least to the naked eye
I see something moving towards me - green mass - alive with energy
reaching out as it approaches
I am but a child in these dreams and I awaken to the screams of an old man
sweat upon my brow
stark straight in a panic until my heart stops racing
these vivid nightmares come nightly now
during and after sleep

my thirst has deepened and they are aware
my unbridled curiosity draws them to me
I am both terrified and mystified by their presence
Once relegated to the outside world,
they have arrived at my home and their reluctance ended
with a touch on my foot as it dangled precariously off the mattress edge
each with a small electric charge

it is a journey I choose because they choose me
I believe I have passed the test for they have yet to dissuade me
I have learned but a sentence of a book yet unread
I have barely whispered in these endless halls

where I go from here I am not sure
perhaps to shorten the distance between the physical and the after
by relaying the word that this is not the end
but rather the beginning of the immortal spirit

as the Sun set on that day
so many years ago
tears finally ebb from swollen eyes
come much too early
burned like fire against this child's heart
it's aftermath
a lifetime of growing anger
and distrust
unseen scar that overtook a once joyous soul

I know ever more clearly
as each year passes
those that snuffed the light of hope on that day
guided by greed and hate
and threatened by
harbingers of peace
look at them grin in their victory
slithering in their lust for war and power
sacrificing their own humanity
cowards everyone
but I will find you
the minute my heart ceases I will find you all
for your undoing is in your failure to recognize
that your souls
your rotted, putrid souls shall live forever
shall face the penalties of your actions
before God and his true children

I have lived with the knowledge that I will face you in death
as will those whose dreams you turned to nightmares
we know you
we have always seen clearly through the lie
we will forever haunt your ******* souls
there is no escape
from eternity

the moon
once the beautiful loner
giving final nod to lovers
in backs of cars
to consummate their fire

the moon
mystery orb
prayed to and lied to
hearts gravity
the God of all desire

the moon
one small step
size 11 imprint
like red paint smeared across Mona's face

no longer the nod

None of the rays of sunshine
would deign this waxy skin,
just sand burned to ashes,
regurgitation from the slobbery hysteria
of the filthy sea.
None of these days of summertime
would violate my inner ancestral frost.
Red dragon of stone, this soul of mine
beneath the labyrinthine ghost,
of the wicked fate.
The stoic age wears the same livery,
in the smoke of my hyperuranium
no scream comes over this far
where the solid patience
is the only certainty
that dwells inside my self.