Yes sir..
No sir..
What is that you say..?

I do not care
About the traffic
You must come without delay!

For it is just
Not sitting pretty
For my little kitty cat

I feel it crawl...

Deep
Deep
Inside my eye socket.

A wriggling
Writhing
Festering
Worm.

It contorts its body quite skillfully
Spending many hours engaged

Under earth
A hedgehog comes to visit me.

Meticulously foraging he starts
As the chill from my body seizes him.

I am not alone anymore; for creature is my
Company.

I love those
Crazy
Hazy
Days
Those
Lazy days of May.

I love to gleam
Upon
A stream
And
Topple
On the hay.

I love to spy
Upon the sky
To stride
Along the shore.

I lay lifelessly upon a cold clinical
Slab of death...

Tossed carelessly into cubical
Emptiness awaits me.

I am greeted by one most
Agreeable character;
‘The Bluebottle’

One…last….push
Then he was there...

Looking noticeably pleased
He slid dutifully around the nose cavity.

Quite rudimentary by nature
It made its slow decent south,

On the inner crevices of my eyebrows live
An entire assembly of ants.
Finding the pursuit of breeding pleasurable
They force they’re way, t’ward warmth and
Shelter.

Off on a jolly
With Millie and Molly
Them pair of terrible twins.

Oh I despair
Of the cunning and flare
As we head toward the inn.

For Millie is tired and as sick as a dog’

He
Is
SO
OBSESSED
With me.
He just
Can’t seem
To
Leave
Me
Be!

I’m simply
Wishing
To
Be
Free
But
Every place
He
Follows
Me!

From
Log to
Log
From
Blog

My love
How time has passed

In sorrow
And in pain

We’ve conquered
All together
And I really can’t complain.

My love
We’ve had our fill

Of happiness
And tears

Sleep

Rest your eyes
A little more...

Drift to the shore
There’ll be meaning
Tomorrow.

Dream

Dream of galaxies
Serene...

Know the new day
Will remove all sorrow.

I am The Moon-

I am an omnipresent force
That influences
The tidal dunes.

I am a
Lonely reflection

A face of a
Thousand sorrows.

I am rich in complexion
I'm a new tomorrow.

Just a very little thing
Was Claude-

He spent his summers
Tired
And bored.

For all his friends
Were far away

He wished to talk

He wished to play.

The others flew

Chick-a-dy wow wow
Flick-a-dy doo
You could add

A Yip-a-dy dee!

Flap-a-dy
Crap-a-dy
Love’s young dream.

Creates the perfect
Recipe!!

* Alternatively

I think
When people drink

Everything changes...

This world
They hate

They isolate;

And everyone’s
A stranger.

They see their lives
Through
Different eyes

Interpret