it’s only a matter of time
until the whale beaches itself
animal
Poem #819 – he swims and breathes and consumes
the whale eats with his teeth closed
because he doesn’t want
to swallow
those large inconveniences
ocean trash
tuna
the realization
that he doesn’t matter
Poem #809
little beetle
battles the wind
and the sand
to climb
a grit mountain
only to discover
a bubbling summit crater
at the top
Poem #801 – eternal safari
I crack the window
my first breath of fresh air
at 6:28 pm
outside there’s a field and a horse
I stay inside
but it’s nice to look
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Poem #797
I’m alone
not doing too well
a beetle
with a cracked exoskeleton
functioning
but not thriving
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Poem #794 – why I dream of them only after they were gone
I neither flick nor otherwise attempt destruction
of the tiny flea that jumps onto my arm
a “good” person doesn’t fuss over trivial matters
it harvests my blood,
not nearly enough to suck me dry,
I itch for a week.
I am angry.
it’s not the blood I miss
it’s the bump I never wanted
Poem #790 – i’m not tough
maybe I dreamed we met on Halloween
because it was expected that we wear masks
both of us donning wolfskin
bearing our teeth
in an attempt to hide
our wool peeking out from underneath
Poem #788 – heatwave
kittens melted into the carpet
crayons in the hundred degree heat.
when the sun set,
they couldn’t pull their little paws free.
Poem #783 – there is no point in catching butterflies if your only reason is they’re pretty
justifying my choices to you is
catching butterflies on a windy day.
and if I did catch one,
I’d release it immediately anyway
Poem #780 – when you put two snakes together
“I’m so angry you’re alive!
I’m going to kill you until I’m dead!”