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Lee 11h
Not quiet, Not the norm
Don’t know the type I’m to conform
I’d drink the poison
To keep my voice in
Youd love that oh you would
Just nod and please be good

But if I had no speech
My baby lizard of mine
How’d he ever reach
The knowledge of time

He’s never seen my aunts
Shoo me like a dog
Just keeps eating his plants
As I fill my lungs with fog
Try to turn off my rants
But Instead I fill my skull with smog

“More blueberries” he demands
Never noticing the scars on my hands
I just explain fruits, although I understand
I can’t answer directly, sorry you can.

He doesn’t hold that grudge
Doesn’t press my soul
Just licks a small smudge
And walks away from his bowl

While he basks in the bulb
I traverse to the cold
It’s bring him some berries
The ones I was told
Inspired by my bearded dragon Elliot who is legit my bestie.
Proudly standing upon his monument,
The basking sun graces his tangerine and auburn scales
Strong little limbs push his head and chest skyward.
He looks on, judging,

An adjunct king
In his glass desert oasis,
A master of all, a slave to none.
His prehistoric ancestry granted protection
In spiny spikes upon his clubbing tail.

He is a devourer of the green,
Conqueror of ancient ruins,
The master of snark,
The curator of scathing stares
A Speedster with a penchant for dance.

As he circles, round and round
Within his cavern, where the light cannot touch
The souls of those gone before console
As this dinosaur retreats for another sleep.

Little frame with a Kaiju spirit,
He watches, always judging
And loves with microscopic cracks in his steadfast walls
All may hail, all may bow, and worship
Hades the the prideful spiny tail.
This one is a tribute to my Uromastyx (spiny tail lizard AKA mini dino) who is adorably grumpy, and equally playful.
Karma Nov 2024
We had a mission, but
We didn’t know.
It was like the dialogue
Wasn’t there, or
We skipped it.

After leaving the
Second floor as
Stallions
I threw the core
Into disarray as he
Became a lizard.
While I was monkeying
Around I found
The cure
To then hear
A cry for help.

The objective made
Itself known
As I followed the
Neighs to outside the
Armory wall my horse
Friend found himself in.
The elevator doesn’t like horses.

The objective asked
What we were doing.
“Just horsing around!”
He said.
“Gross.”
A day to remember
I S A A C Apr 2023
lizard on warm rocks
an artist in their paint-speckled smock
the wind carrying fallen flowers
jade eyes meet brown
chastity belt unbound
hours upon hours
spent in between the sheets
delicate, delectable, free
Anggita Sep 2022
A lizard came by to say hi,
I could see it posing on my ceiling
as if it dropped by only to tease me
because I have never left the house
unless to work.

What should I leave the house without meeting you?

Moving its tail nonchalantly,
it seemed to know that I was staring at it.
As the night went by, one grew into dozens,
and a group of lizards formed an alliance to mock my very existence.

Tormenting lizards sneered at me so graciously.
So voiceless in silence.
Trevor M Landers Sep 2020
Renounce the orders of a novitiate
break free of cloisters and other taboos
discover sensuality on the skin
like a herpetologist might
the claws against your unfondled, convented *******
scaly underbelly slithering across your stomach
new sensations, new desires, a new world opens up.
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