The Logic of the Toad
at the bottom of the slough of despond
ping ping rain drip

the very elixer of feistiness, they say
*******
make us make use o'the stuff

muscles are best for,
but virtually

estivation is our pre
servation

we wait on geotime for rain
and rise, toadish

to be kist orange by gaseous
exposure to

you, dear reader, a breath of fresh air,
if you cared to even try

to get understanding with it,
as wisdom tickled your

fancy fashionable meme chain.

you could sell me anything
at the very least, try

and I would do my best
to try and be interested .

X, me out.
Eradicate, eliminate.
Just X me out.
It's not too late to anticipate.
We both have made our mistakes.

One time?
It was great.
Couldn't wait for us to go on dates.

Then things changed?
Love just wasn't the same.
And we both saw the changes.

So X me out now.
And we call it a day.
What else?
Is there to say?

Inviting yourself
for a kiss of wasp?

This was a hidden mood.

Being yourself,
you were insulting someone,
my poems, my theology.

Touching trees,
one by one, searching your
name on every leaf.

O God of half eaten
breads, why do you lie
on the petals only?

The tears fall
was becoming louder.
Frozen eyes are starting a
meltdown.

Where would you live
in autumn?