"estivation" poems
The Logic of the Toad
at the bottom of the slough of despond
ping ping rain drip
the very elixer of feistiness, they say
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make us make use o'the stuff
muscles are best for,
but virtually
estivation is our pre
servation
we wait on geotime for rain
and rise, toadish
to be kist orange by gaseous
exposure to
you, dear reader, a breath of fresh air,
if you cared to even try
to get understanding with it,
as wisdom tickled your
fancy fashionable meme chain.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Vacation in estivation,
Listening to psithurism.
When apricity comes on my face,
Enjoying watching fondescene.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
I don't hide under rocks
the way they say we do
I find a cool linoleum floor
in a condemned house
and hope it ain't got too many cracks
or no rat will come while I'm asleep
a popped fire hydrant can be a gift
from white gods
but as soon as they come twist it shut
I dry fast and slither off to shade
even if it's behind a dumpster:
Damon's got good trash
had me half a cold rib eye
from that heap last night
and a good nap 'til the city come to
dump the bin this rude dawn
now I'll be on the prowl but only long
enough to beg for some silver alms
only long enough to get red wine and find the next spot out of the sun
for these August streets are too hot
and make my cool blood boil
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
August came, December went
our bond grew stronger still
April passed and at long last
the fling gave me my fill
it ended in the Spring
when the green of life abounded
when all else bloomed our love entombed
left Nature most confounded
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC