I remember the sun hitting the white sheets in the middle of the day. I was getting up to clean, and she was still lying there. The natural light poured in from the window and drowned her face forcing her eyes shut while she sang along to her favorite song. She somehow managed to dance with her whole body while she was still laying down, and I’m sure those sheets had never felt happier. I wasn’t getting much done, unless you count memorizing her movements, and the impossible way her smile was brighter than the sun. I keep trying, but I can’t remember her face; It’s just her smile. That’s the last thing I remember, I don’t know how I got here, and I honestly don’t really know where here is… Why are you crying?  

She wiped away her tears, “I-I’m sorry. I could just picture her opening her eyes and seeing you recording her every motion. I can see you standing there through the sunlight motionless and mesmerized at the sight of her lying there, dancing in the bed.”

Yes, you’re right. That’s exactly how it was. Where am I? Where is she?

She starting crying again, but this time she was sobbing uncontrollably.
"You’ve been in the hospital; You were on your way to work and you got in a car accident. You’ve been in a coma for three weeks."

What? Are you my doctor? If you’re my doctor, then why are you crying? What’s going on?

Why are you crying?

I can’t help but mourn the frogs, flattened
like Wile E. Coyote after the inevitable boulder
plummets from a great height, leaving him
mashed on the pavement while the Roadrunner
speeds off -  vroom, vroom, beep, beep.

I try to steer around them, but they blanket
the road in biblical numbers during the rain
and it’s like some impossible video game
weaving through masses of randomly hopping life
a certain amount of death is unavoidable.

When I walk the road I can’t stop
counting one, two, five, ten, twenty
cartoon-flat bodies littering the pavement
where I extinguished their glittering
copper and golden-green existence.

Last night, on the panes of every lit window
frogs of all sizes and colors gathered
outside, they covered doors, watering cans
even lined up single file on the coiled garden hose
like they were climbing the ladder to frog heaven.

Through the glass, I admired their rhythmic
throats and soft, creamy, underbellies
one, two, five, ten, twenty
fragile creatures seeking warmth
in the hastening darkness.

Carolyn Sara Echo Bonnie
Helena Su'ze and Faridi
  
All my babies cry and tease me
All you had to do, drop them then please me
  
Who knew that hawks could fly at night
Fell off my bike, retired for life
  
Greenbriar boys will try to tell ya
"I ain't tryin' to gaslight no one fella"
  
Hey all my girlfriends round and rounder
I'm so glad I grabbed and found her
  
Here we go, here we go, Big Blue Diamond
Telling everybody I'm one loose cannon
  
Choo-Choo  Choo-Choo  long train running
Look at that ******, he's still gunning
  
Rich man, Rich man, overpaid me
******* off ****** going to save me?
  
Carolyn Sara Echo Bonnie
Helena Suze and Faridi

The hotdog poet The hotdog poet
Ev'rybody  Summertime  The hotdog poet
The hotdog poet  The hotdog poet
Ev'rybody kick the dog  The hotdog poet

Misery from a *****
I loved that dog
black as coal
soft brown spots
on her shiny coat

They used to kick these dogs and
Label them as nazis

But, she endured and ignored
the razzings

She had a good life in her little
own **** doggie world