May all your positions be fetal
Be fetal in your actions
Curl up in a ball. Be round.
Be all the ball you can
If you have a womb stay inside
If you have two you should share
Wombs for two have a view
Fetal people come from them
Some live lives inside a condo
Be wise. Be Fetal.
Stay safe. Stay inside.
Outside there is evil.
May all your gods be warm and cuddly
May there only be One
Too many gods becomes confusing
Confusion leads to California
Where people eat crackers in bed
Sell their babies for a bottle of rum
Eat not your crackers in bed
Make love not war
Stay inside safe and warm
Remember to be fetal
a 4 lane bi-way east and west;
first come upon passing of a dead skunk;
Next comes a squirrel
and then another skunk on the north side of the lane;
just there laying on their sides dead as nails;
Now the odor so pungent;
smells of death
almost liken human, dog, or other animal remains, yet worse;
Fetal fettle dead carcasses
up the road
Lord, God almighty animalistic death's hold
Don't know if them critters were sick or poison
Something but life got a hold of em'
Fetal thought..!
Alone in a chamber, fused as one,
was I a proof of love or lust ?
Did I take shape out of my own will,
or was I induced to face a test ?
But, here I am feeling cosy inside,
primeval fluids - aloft and afloat !
No sense of 'I' - just existing along,
abiding joy and nothing to gloat.
Is it a chance that I am in here, or
providence decree - pronounced ?
Taking my own form and shape,
my arrival will soon be announced !
What is in store and where and how is it ?
no such questions occurred as yet !
Not seperate from my committed host,
it is time alone - in time that will ferret.
A FETAL PROPOSITION
There is a portion of the population
in this particular nation
that just don't or won't understand me
and won't let me be the me I need to be
i'm laying in a pool of sweat
my blanket and sheets are soaking wet
i'm shaking and in a fetal position
because kicking a heroin habit is a frightening proposition
so they don't get the fact at all
that i'm at a point of rise or fall
they call me reminiscing about the good old days
while i'm trying to forget them in a number of ways
so Tommy calls, and Lenny calls and Richie calls as well
all asking me if I want to meet them on the way to hell
i'm trying to kick a habit but its kicking my ass instead
and they want to know if I want to get high, well why don't I just
slice my wrists instead
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Beneath the comforter curled, fetal, praying;
within the sacred orange of stucco robed walls,
students of Buddhism huddled kitten like laying;
while sound ricochets rattles down the red tile halls.
Liberty shakes the panes, lights the cobalt sky.
Sirens upon the rubble of imperial dreams, strew refuse, ply.
Primary colored prayer flags wave brazenly as the riots ooze.
Saffron incense mixes with the poison of citronella smoke loose.
The pallets pon planks shake novitiates like dies in a rattle.
Outside, down alleys, through flowered vines; Nepali’s battle.