I tickled frog
Beneath the chin

(Grrrdip, Grrrdip)

A little pulse
Belying stillness-

Patient tongue
Awaiting prey.

Threw pebble into
Ancient pond-
(What arrogance
What folly)

And echo bounced
From solid state,
The stone before bang

From the empty
Gourd of his
Emptied mind.

Come, friendly frog-

Jump in

Like a flicker of a candle
Seasons come and go
Like an half open blind
It's never a closed show

Like people you love
A few will turn there backs
Like shadows on a wall
Tis time to mend those cracks

Like a rainbow in the sky
So colourful and high
Does heaven really exist!
Is that why birds fly!

Like a crow caw cawing
On an ordinary day
Is it in that silence
That nature as it's say

Like these pictures in my mind
Are they sub-consciously real
Or do I think too much
That I sentimentally feel

Like a whale in the sea
Who swims day and night
Will eventually rise
To inhale the bright light

When we're lost for something to say because the way that words are,
they don't go far enough and all that stuff about transparency
hides me from what truth there might be if I had the words to express the feelings that howl within me which I hold deep in my chest.

Life
is not a fire alarm test,
a standard procedure or
a mixture of either
it's for real.

Even a dictionary cannot help me for I am lost and have lost
the survival instinct
I've become some adjunct and how can that be me?

Time is the feeler gauge
healing rage
mending fences

this man tenses
fearing the worst.

I fear the
unknown
but it lures
me in
like an
Ill-mannered
feline
unwilling to
be tamed

trump is lurching like a loose cannon
Denying evidence and logic

he separates language from meaning
When Bait and Switch is his chief project

Those xenophobic fires he’s fannin’
Spatters his word salad recklessly

Like a loose cannon

This conman sold some a bill of goods
With gibberish worse than Tinnitus

Propaganda by steve bannon
An alternate universe naked

Like a loose cannon

It is not as poignant
as an abused animal,

Or powerful as
a crying child,

Not as memorable
as a warzone,

Not a battlefield
of brain damage
from repeated blows,

I am not a hero
and I am to old
to be a victim
because the expiration date
was a long time ago,

So when people
talk about their trauma
I do not expose
those old wounds

Because,
no one really listened
when I told them the truth,

So I take my shovel
and I bury old scars
dig as deep as I can
until I can see
the stars
on the otherside