Like the frog of batrachian notes in the inkwell of swamp, And the bee waggling hieroglyphs to the papyrus of hive, Like the flight of birds in the palm of radiating skyline, And the sad might of the world to the caged dog’s eye.
On main street in Sharpsburg the man who always sits outside is in his usual place, and I wave to him on the drive home. After eating in the sun, and the books and the pet store. My sister and I talk about it and I tell white lies on the phone. About how I’m still coming to Utah and how I’ve found a place to live, but I can’t go there yet – the truth, but slant. I keep hoping I’ll know what to do on Monday. It’s spring, and I mark the time by the dead deer with necks twisted back lining the sides of the roads. Since yesterday, the ugly parts stand out more.
Tonight I went to the river to visit my friends and help them make a campfire. Something I’ve always been good at – arranging sticks, even green ones, so they go up in flames. We toast marshmallows and I sit close to the ground, so my face is hot. They leave for a little while, and I watch the flames spread alone and listen to the spring peepers. In the creek beside the river they are deafening, and I want to cover my ears on the walk back to my car. But I leave them be, and let the cries pour in – I know what it’s like, to be small, to want to make noise in the world.
Frogs chorus from the hollows, moist earth' scents 'Non wafting on winds' softest kiss, th'exhale So lightly fragile 'cross my cheek t'avail As I hark, lips half oped to hear from hence In sweet surprise their voices, wondring thence If crickets also fiddle? Robins'd hail At gloaming, to yield notes of Mavis' scale Of ancient lullabies I'd list to, whence? Forsooth. As if my soul's restored in tour, Likeas a sleeper whose long nightmares to Effect are broken, nor but dreams and poor, I feel now I can breathe, yea see anew? Perhaps...who knows what shall be? Love'd bestir As in the wings is't? now that Summer'd woo.
Sheesh, if only I could write like this all the danged time.
rising from the underworld cradling the first seahorse conceived by the unknown goddess and god brilliant dream straight from the abyss where a flicker of light energy ascend out of the darkness micro creatures frightened like a sleeping Godzilla appearing out of nowhere without limbs magically flying in the currents of the sea dating back 13 million years peaceful mission spreading beauty kind mortal eyes dreaming of your fascinating ways while others eat you into extinction with possibly only 20 or 30 years left aren’t we all floating around? like frogs in cold water heat generated in our minds from stupidly and avarice slowly warming the situation until we’re all dead think about the connection we all share extinction by riding on beautiful creatures coattails success that should be slapped in the face awakening
When the land is arid and the ponds are dried up, Dying frogs find moisture. They hop from place to place. Cocooned in comfort, We wine and dine. Indifferent to the pains And the suffering of the poor frogs. Fun times for human! One day mother nature strikes, The opposite happens and humans are drowning... Humans begin to struggle and clamore Dying by the thousands. Frogs watch us floating bye Fun times for frogs!
Out where the bullfrogs loudly chorus, dense Night cut by lightning flashes' silent tale Above the North, an airplane's voice in frail Excuse at intervals 'non slicing thence Through deeper calm as crickets' throbbing sense Of playing at second fiddle in the pale Chill keeps time, where ne winds pass through t'avail, Yet as the moist air smells like summer, whence? I wonder. It's like camping as it were Upon the city's edge, where trucks sift through The intersection, cars now too, but fer All that none speaks. Clouds are worn fragments blue E'en watches melt away. And ne soul'd stir. I hug my knees and wish YOU were here too.
Just a couple years ago I'd sit nestled under our red Maple tree, hugging my knees, howling silently at the moon, listening. Now those are stript I sit on the front stoop and find the effects not significantly altered after all. Laugh at me?