I know where they secretly hide-
these proud two-legged crawlers
(I've been their bane for forty years
fishermen call me 'King of the marine prowlers')

their claws might be sharp
like the brightest knife
the trick is to hold them
by their shells--- no strife

for my nimble, steady and well-trained hands
last week one thousand  I caught--no surprise
every restaurant in town courted my favour
last year I won 'The Village Best Crab-man Prize'

six hundred books on this shining creature
I have read.  I have written a book 'Understanding the Crab'
word got round and there are a thousand crab-people by the sea now
but they return home by sunset and all that they say is  'The day is crap!'

The sensation I miss most about childhood is the blissful freedom
We could have left this town and ran forever
I had my first kiss in a bowling alley snack bar
Within a Christmas morning star

I associate you with the winter: your shining black hair and cold words
We were both numb and it felt so strong
Could I return to the frozen bridge we would walk over every morning to school?
Making our way back to my house in the bleak afternoon

The best memory I had with you was when we tried to install a ceiling fan but it broke and destroyed the floor
Reminders of words, sharp tongues, and broken nails on trial
I go back to the feeling of my head split in two
I love the winter but I love you more

Late August underneath the radiating and boiling sun
We sat cross legged underneath the manzanita tree
One of its little withered leaves flew down and landed behind your ear
Perfectly

I brushed it off with my hand and placed it on the ground
Little did I know that was what would make you want to leave me forever
I didn't know how much you loved leaves or how much you hated me touching your ears
This was the worst mistake of my life

If I could travel back in time
I wouldn't stop diseases or wars or do anything

I would just
Selfishly
Make you come back to me

Dear future
Your invisible doesn't scare me
Nor your plans

Present is my weapon
Past is my experience
That makes me ready to meet you

The footsteps you hear
And dust on my feet
Are the signs that am coming
Not late, not early but soon

-Lakhana

Listening but not receiving. Waiting. Static Error. Sending. Responce non conclusive.

Racism an illness to colour someone
Racist treats words like a loaded gun
let us communicate
let's not hate
nor to irritate
let us not ****
as racism will

authors note
Hey Everyone! This is a little peom I made with one line from each of my peoms fused together. It's a little strange but I wanted to represent all of my work. I hope you like it!!! Crandall*





I feel safe with your power
You chomped me and swallowed me whole
you're pitch dark eyelashes, like pitch dark strings
your kindness, happiness, gorgeousity

corporations are evil
crandall's art was super great
our wurld is a mess

you whispered it in my ear as soft as a pillow that i have just fluffled by beating it
i hear your screeches as you sing along to katy perry's "swish swish"
towers of grape, rolling bouncing
my fingers would slide down it like a sheet of paper on a river of melted butter

paper-thin beetle wings,
fear
i love the little *****

eggs remind me of you
the next day i saw you your eye was the size of a glob of clove powder
Or an ant on a log
peoms

That was your licky number,
Don't be ashamed of your hobnobs.

I pear down and see its little legs trembing, shaking in death
the repriduction of the universe
howdy doo
darknes.
my princess, my darling, my murderer

the ocean, salty like my tears
My thoughts were running wild like snip snip
i  g u e s s  t h i s  i s  j u s t  a  c r u e l  w o r l d

i smell you
take the nuts
Your kneecaps

Let's clap our hands for old mother f ****. They like to prey on young f b#$ch.

Married to player who doesn't respect his f ****. It's bounced around like Plato on his stick.

Your b@#ch calls my friend and shares pictures of you two together.  What do you want sandwich together.

Bounce back mother fu@ker.

Your Beautiful bride of 26 years is getting strong, she's  got team that won't let her go wrong.

Let's twiddle in the future mother f ****. Your old how long do you think you can see above sea level before you sink.

Oops it's done. Bye Bi@ch.

You are incredible *******.

How dare you be who u are.

I despise you.

On the best part eating Strawberry  and Peanut Butter Sandwich.

**** It's So Good.

I can only say what ****** you are... PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME...

there once was man named crandall
he grew up and caused quite a scandal
he had a fight with his girlfriend
she left him for another man
so he became a vandal

crandall's art was super great
he wrote everywhere, even on crates
then the police came searching
his self-esteem went lurching
how many years did he go to jail? eight.

i spell some things wroong
as soshul commentary
our wurld is a mess