Behold! The sight
               of shifting eyes
      bouncing ‘round its fellow pair
As darkness falls
               and contact dies
      mirroring the moon’s harsh glare

Hearken, ye!
               That subtle sound…
      the dying gasps of slaughtered words
Sputtering
               as they are drowned
      by dropping pins and cricket-birds

Alas! The stench
               of stale vibes
      the sweaty feel a handshake leaves
The aftertaste
               your mouth imbibes
      of musty webs that Silence weaves

What separates you from the pack,
No man crosses paths without
A second snapshot turning back.

What separates you from the pack,
No man sets eye on you
Not subject to cupid’s arrow an attack.

What separates you from the pack
No man sits across
Without dropping jaws
Cherishing your face, smiles
That doesn’t  lack.

What separates you from the pack
When you walk
No man is blind
To you attire liquefying knack.

What separates you from the pack
You prove
An embodiment of beauty
Even if, offhand ,
You put on clothes
Made out of a sack. ///

The elixir was mixed.
The potion had been poured.
The candles were all burning.
Over the Book of Spells, I’d pored.
I handed you the goblet--
my commandment you ignored.
I intoned the incantation--
you sat and just looked bored.
I looked into the crystal ball
and told you of your fortune.
You disagreed—but how is this?
Of the two of us there’s only one
who is the sorceress.
Why did I paint the pentagram
and summon all the spirits?
I’ll have you know I’ll still be charging
my fee for all your visits.

When meteors on dinosaurs
Fall crashing like the Temple of Dagon
And signals beam from ****** Mars
And mastodons make war on dragons

We little ones must run and hide
In rocky cleft and burrowed cave
While monsters in their wars decide
Just whom to **** and whom to save

When dragons make war on mastodons
Let’s disappear like leprechauns

Maybe.

Or not.

You have mislaid your keys, but that’s okay
I can help you find them, as you found me
Among the wreckage of my scheduled days
Unscheduled nights and, yes, unscheduled dreams

I like the way you lose your keys, the way
You stir your coffee counter-clockwise
And fiddle with the sweetener ‘til it’s right
And take a sip, and love me with your eyes

You have mislaid your keys, but that’s okay -
Before there was you, I had mislaid my life