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SB-JC Nov 2014
Though you were just small
our love for you was vast,
we caught you in a shoe
but that home did not last.

We moved you to a box
outside of our friends home,
we poked you with some grass
you just wanted to be alone.

But deep down in your heart
covered with dark brown scales,
we knew you really cared
from your head down to your tail.

we had to let you go
it made us really sad,
the way you slithered away
was really rather rad.

we miss you dearly
little buddy,
we'll see you some day
When it's bright and sunny.
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2018
i hate being rudely woken...
   esp. going to sleep at 5am
and then waking up at 8am...
screeching like a banshee...
   trying to find a shade,
having to explain...
as to why i'm halfway,
half asleep half aware / awake
into a starscream -
half bit aware -
never you mind
  die krupps' song, banned
from sietube...
    nazis, auf schpeed...
     i thought that ISIS warriors
were on the shame bollocking
of insomnia as the
    Luftwaffe?    huh?
               yeah: schpeed!
can't have a drink...
but will drip drip drop a few
amphetamines...
         good on 'ose boyos -
like an yo-yo trick...
   notably originating from
      Bagging a D(h)ad.
- did i really fall asleep listening
to the wrong music?
  the **** happened?
  i was supposed to wake up
at 3pm... in the afternoon...
now i'll have to drink in the morning
hours...
   to try, and chase the missing
hours of sleep...
   i even had to take the cat
from the house, and tell her:
this part the garden is cool...
   i just lay there,
      quasi ****-naked...
                  it's better than inside
the house... believe me...
i hate sleep thieves...
     perhaps i am to have a sole blame
origin:
  do i ******* look like an arab?!
that's reference to the current
Saharan heat import...
with Parisian pensioners...
dropping likes flies...
               me, i'm just waiting for
the palm trees on the Baltic coast...
but, by then?
          i hope i'm dead...
because all this middle-class
******* sycophancy?
               no... no no no no...
              i hope i have Nero's courage...
and stab myself in the throat;
cos, these, *****,
      simply, do, not, get, it!
Eskimo or Alzheimer's?
       why is it that the major diseases
spread when given enough heat?
as ever... i'd much prefer
the primitive injunction of "suffering"
ice...
              heat... always with the *******
heat...
    and sand...
               a Bangladeshi came up
with the term in a Catholic school -
and with good reason...
     sand *******...
            who? arabs... sand *******...
because you know who
actually built the burj khalifa?
the Bangladeshi...
          in that sort of heat?
    i'm not surprised they'd come up with
a deviation of sheik:
                       i.e. *******.
Norman Crane May 2021
it is difficult to remember now,
through the kaleidoscope nightmare of the river,
endlessly flowing,
endlessly flowing,
but we lived once much as you,
we'd love hope and family,
and it ended just as it will end one day for you,
in dispersion of the light and melting of the cosmic consciousness,
drip drip drip from space into your mind,
drip drip drip,

it was the middle of the night,
and the dog started barking so i took him to the yard,
the wife said,
it was dark and the stars shone like pin ****** through black velvet,
the dog said,
he was uneasy and barked at the night sky,
which dispersed like startled ravens,
and the light from all the stars became sound,
each a string plucked,
vibrating,
the sound pleased me and i attuned the ear,
as all around windows lit up bright rectangles,
and people came outside onto grass and concrete,
and stared up at the singing sky,
the dog had fallen on its side,
tongue out eyes twitching,
but the starsong prevailed and i knew the dog had understood,
and that i too would understand,
it is inevitable,
the wife said,
i love you and i love you too,
i said,

i was fear,
the stars bloomed into lightflowers,
and the bees awoke,
and ascended to drink their luminous nectar,
before bursting as fireworks,
in dispersion remaining etched upon the sky like scatter without time,
multiplying i reminisced childhood,
dust caught in attic sunlight,
each scatter birthing stars whose brightness equaled the original,
and in their accumulation night became bright as day,
i reminisced death,
brighter than,
colours so vivid the mind pained,
and starsong became starscream and the colours leeched away,
to whiteness,
to nothingness,
and we covered our eyes as its unbearable intensity melted all before us,
including us,
and we were blind,
and i felt myself pouring out my sockets,
i loved my wife and she me,
but we were no more,

in blindness i coagulated,
the world of shapes was finished and all persisting was consciousness and nightmare,
of loss,
of ending,
of the forever and the nevermore,
in concentration i perceived my consciousness,
suspended within melted eyes,
trickling through blades of disappearing grass,
a single fear,
meeting other consciousnesses,
human and non,
viscous as dreadhoney,
and within each another fear,
and in their union i became from one to many nightmares,
immediately and at once,

the trickle sped as the grass was not,
and the reality flats declined,
down we ran,
an accumulation of nightmares,
liquid eyes beyond the bodypast crying fears of individual terror experienced in common,
down toward the river.

and we were in,

like a single mind burning in universal agony,

riverchurch of the ******,

guided currently by the high priests of nothingness but experience,

overload of knowing,

from swerve of shore to bend of bay,

we flow,

awaiting you /

for you to flow as us

— The End —