Look out for frog
It goes like croak croak croak
Once a frog went to the river
To look for food to eat and get a tan
There he stumbled upon a man
James Clerk Maxwell
The frog said "ribbit ribbit
James Clerk Maxwell how do you do?
I'm Stevens the frog and I know you "
The man growled "lovely to see you Stevens the frog
Too bad i didn't bring my knife and fork "
The frog looked scared
Grabbed his sunscreen and quietly left
The Stevens went to a frog pond
To his frog live under the tree wand
Then through the waters a man woke up
He took Stevens the frog and some herbs
He went slurp slurp
Stevens cried "no no no no please please ****, ******* god you ******* piece of ******* **** your favourite species AHHHHHHH"
                         THE END

where is the fear I lost years ago
I feel rust and the crumbling feeling of a ledge
so stable I might make it my home.
stand aloft, naked, in shallow waters
"there's an art to life's distraction'
that gets hindered at the end of the beginning by some evil
to cast your craft in the ruins of your paradise
on the ledge
in the dark

All I want is a little more
The push of winter
smoked and roasted, silverware spread
to the corners of every edge no matter how round or square
when my light falls deep,
in helm and sake of peace
we see the world wanting me
To throw my coins underneath the bed
underneath the gospel hymns, the beehive, or the white field
my light lingers in circles till it cooked
and ready to be served to feed the winter
the part of me
the soul of me
knell the bell, child