Are we that cold-blooded?
NOT to be crass but had to butt-in...
Because although some might pass, there is a question I have been wondering?
If a lizard loses its tail, becoming derailed instead of jailed...
Who are the ones in charge, one might see or say thus far?
An overlord of the rent money spent, pent up yet NOT eating crickets,
As they seem or tend to chirp when all lizards should be getting out of church...
Scales weigh in what the scaly reptilian skin would be akin to,
The fact that we knew all along as we grew new tails,
After the olds ones were ripped off, being scoffed at by older dinosaurs,
Of course! Our necks stick out!
I would stick mine out for you.
Not just a mating call but what we are supposed to do.
I thought you knew. It is true.
lizzie was the lizard queen,
With sons charles and
andrew, all scaled the depths
of true horror scenes.'
Stripe-Backed Lizard runs
across the scalding, tan sand.
Its too hot to eat!
lovely lizard on a leash
merrily marches along
can you comprehend, capeesh?
if so, sing me the lovely lizard song.
Day on the levee
The fast lizard flies through sand
He dives in cool hole.
Partly cloudy says the weather man.
A rarity that clouds are seen out in the desert's sky.
Rain is hardly ever present on this dry sandy land.
Tumble weed flourishes.
Lizards survive the hot sun.
You will need to bring your own water.
Clouds like to play peek a boo,
Looking white with some gray,
Owning the sky a couple of days a year.
Under the clouds the land is a few,
Degrees cooler.
Yellow cactus will smile.
is it not 'Exotic'
what i'm
writing
here to you
that if
you
make me
stop it
i will
have to tell
on you
and
if they hear
you 'cry'
then i
may never
come
again
but
if i let you stay
and you
are looking
out
my window
do you see
that
lizard over there
on that
tree
and what
it's doing.
chocolate-cracked earth
sizzling Stygian summer ~
lizard on a stick
(July Full Moon – Native American)
Lester Lizard got home from vacation
where he had met a Haitian Crustacean
they got along great
till they tried to mate
reptile dysfunction leads to frustration
sun radiates heat
onto a sideways lizard
on a cinder block
The love in which
Something so freshly killed,
Could be so freshly buried.
Taken care of, comforted
Dry skin, resuscitated
Oozing life out of your tiny nose
Even the largest of dewdrops will not save you now
For you are small
Even the warmest of suns will not save you now
For you are less
Even the biggest of hearts will not save you now
For yours is not beating
Maybe somewhere
You are able to say thank you
The red-iron dirt is saying thank you.
I breathe so fiercely, so steadily, –
I breathe as a rock ~ Full of life now, like a 140 pound lizard –
With green eyes,
With muscles full of blood
With a heart - perfect blood pressure
And smiling – if required.
I breathe steady while I blink consciously,
Chocolate on my breath
In my underwear
Fresh lipstick on.
Come here, let’s breathe together.
This doesn’t mean I love you or that you love me.
I don’t believe in that.
I only believe in breathing - like counting -
Try this –
Count your breaths up to thirty the next time you go into another room to get your phone.
Did you make it? How did it feel?
Did you breathe in the numbers?
Here is the story: Once, many years ago, there was a moment I couldn’t breathe
I sat on the floor of a man’s bedroom as he told me some things
I couldn’t breathe – because lies were there.
And I am incapable of breathing in lies.
I don’t believe in love any more - the kind of love that I once did –
It took many times
Of sitting on many floors, being told many things,
However, I am no fool, so now I do know how to breathe.
The Lizard of Misery
He had traveled long distances before going back
to when child
Stopped at what had been his parent's house
someone else lived in their flat perhaps, a child sleeps
in his bed and dream his dreams.
He was overwhelmed by a sudden sense of loss
but his childhood
had been tough, a sleeping bag as a bed
He had, as an adult, constructed his own childhood
one he came to believe and told other people over
and over again
The lizard, on his back, was set free to glue itself
in someone else's misery
Paranoia guides my gaze to the wall,
Where a dragon stands, fierce and tall.
His tongue flicks with a wicked gleam,
But something’s wrong no fiery fire stream.
He snarls, yet no flames arise,
And sorrow fills my heavy eyes.
"Why, oh dragon, where’s your fire?"
I ask, my heart bound with desire.
His eyes flare up, his fury loud,
Charging at me, dark and proud.
"Can’t you see, you foolish soul?
I’m no dragon, I’ve no such goal."
I’m a wizard, a lizard, lost in disguise,
No fire within, no soaring skies.
I’m just like you, beneath the lies.
Two creatures lost in thoughts of despair,
Floating through space, where stars grow old.
We drift through galaxies unknown,
A world of dust, but our thoughts our throne.
Our thoughts our throne
Our thoughts our throne..........
A lizard eyes me,
and I, too, eye him
with mutual respect.
The sun warms
the leathery skin
we wear to great effect.
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