Gecko

Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ? No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl So I blink, too tired to contemplate the enemy who stalks Unruly neighbor holding night long juice jointed jamborees Where alcohol steams the atmosphere with its truth venom Inhaling vapours that create this courage that carries cowards Yes I will blink, sleep deprived laborer courting reluctant pens Refusing to yield hidden gems and buried treasures like jade And tanzanite blue rhythms that accompany melodies and dirges Legend has it that only the cry of the lion is met with sympathy That of the lamb actions firing coals and flaring wood piles Eager to consume flesh of the flesh returning it to the soil Crosses are only temporary and sting in Easter If carried by the many Simons that dot our unholy lives Mother was the first and most enduring taken for granted Only Gecko’s know the patient denuding effects of focus Turning this pages that refuse to yield riches And daily only seem to offer me The menses of aborted dreams