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B Woods Dec 2009
A pack of hyenas, we howl in a frenzy.
Set off by naught,
A twitter or flick and all is lost
To laughter in the night,
Engulfing us all.
Sides aching, my body keeps quaking
Free as a warbler, Screeching and Heaving
As the fire dies, I open my eyes
In a tent, we lay sprawled
Worship almighty Party Mix
Now ravenous lions, or kindergarten children
We claw and shove and dig into the loot
Faces full, stomachs pounding, eyes heavy,
Fingers sticky with snacky crumbs,
A sugary tantalizing coating.
Hounds we are, gluttonous fiends
Living for twenty dollars of sweetly goods
Bought from an otter.
All is forgotten as we sit down to feast
"Spare the jerky, we'll need it later!"
"You devil, its all gone!"
Oh well, no worries of food now
Sufficiently satiated we snuggle into sleeping sacks
Shadows play on the walls
Dancing as jubilantly as shadows may to the music we play
****** stories, crude jokes now met with sheepish sniggers
A fifth giggle is heard from our party of four
Unseen, yet someone is there
A screaming spirit, a lost loner,
A wily wizard, a carnivorous ******,
A balefully babbling banshee,
A sambaing Spanish sandman,
A dopaminergic, diamond-eyed dragon?!
Dare we ask what he be
As his wisdom calmed our carousing
We journeyed through eternity
Visions of it all so overwhelming
Our minds explode
Great kaleidoscopal mortars on a warm eve in july
Visions of dank alleyways, bums and drums
Pastoral sights with floral delights
Emaciated emigrants, there faces so slum
Whimsical unicorns cavort through clouds
Young boys in green turned pincushions by hot flashing iron
Jovial faces devour whole hams by candlelight
Hopeless faces cry and starve by moonlight
Weary we are as the rooster caw-caws for dawn
Wet with dew and naked we slip out
Crazed and dazed we walk in a haze
To witness diurnal beginnings
Pink tinges and orange singes
Streaming above the horize
Time now to sleep
In the crystalline shimmering meadow
Short morning naps
To ease madness since midnight
Dreams foggily drift in and out
Sun's rays fry the flesh
As we awaken to sickening reality
Had it all been psychedlic delusions
Surely it'd just been us four
SE Reimer Nov 2015
(my Becky Sue)

~

she’s a country kinda girl
in a city girl life;
over thirty years later
still grateful she’s my wife.
she’s the one i wanna make up
before we start a fight;
she’s the one i wanna wake up
in the middle of the night.

dislikes her name because
it’s the kinda name she thinks
is given to a southern girl,
a straw between her teeth;
but i declare that i would wear
her name instead of mine,
introduce her to my friends,
the only one who turns these eyes.

she’s a country kinda girl
doing city girl things;
took us thirty years to silence
those who said its just a fling.
she’s the one i wanna make up
before we start a fight;
she’s the one i wanna wake up
in the middle of the night.

and i would volunteer
to be her waiter in the sky;
bring her drinks and snacky things
and soothe her fear to fly;
and i would love just once to be
the one to give her hair it's style,
run my fingers through it,
watch her break into a smile.

.she’s a country kinda girl
wearin’ pretty girl clothes,
underneath the covers
what she wears, i can't disclose;
yeah, she’s the one i wanna make up
before we start a fight,
she’s the one i wanna wake up
in the middle of the night.

me you wouldn't have to pay
to be the guy to sell her shoes,
watch her strut her stuff
buy or not, i couldn’t lose.
and i declare i’m gonna wear
my love for her all over me,
and i would die before i’d bring
her any kind of misery.

yes, any thing but thankfulness,
that she’ll always wear my ring.

she’s a country kinda girl,
walks in city girl shoes;
over thirty years later,
she’s the one that i still choose.
she’s the one i wanna make up
before we start a fight;
she’s the one i wanna wake up
in the middle of the night.

~

post script.

she is double nickels,
and now even more beautiful
than when i fell in love at sixteen!
Fleur Feb 2020
Bubbles bound for breakers,
Sea salt snacky snakers,
Great gulp goldfish galleys,
Brown beard barnacles and reef rash rallies,
Abstract art, active angles,
Tingly teepee tension tangles,
Swimming so safety sound,
Newest navies so nobly nouned!
A dip under the sea.

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