September 26, 2012

• tastey.

   

   

   

  don’t look out, reach out.

  low and wide the beryllium badger stance
  as it rolls into the gauntlet dire
  the battle choice, to nap child under armor mats
  or crouch adult sphinx eying fate

  Thank God for equality
  for we roll on warrior and warrioress
  I determined awake to gallantry
  ye to see it coming fire-eyed alive.

  Warning whispers Showing up is gold
  to link arms with others so bold
  we can take on squawking punks
  such is the temptations passing by

  so here so now so close
  discovery’s hand tickles awareness
  turning you around for reveal
  to dine on fire’s eye in fear, headless

  earthquaking arcing under mats like ground
  as our badger”s eye roll in sight of sky
  too busy were we to call forth with war’s shriek
  but moan that of quieter pleasure’s seized

  and thus more arrive to link arms
  we know this rolling into camp
  the gauntlet claimed all calling war
  it’s something only a notion can trace

  and with that my windows open
  for the breezy ease of moon’s sorrowed tears
  to await again dawn inhaling fire’s orb
  to make much of opportunities tried.

  • 4:54 am
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