Long Hangars Poems
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In the small crawl space
just past the two kitchen hangars
where one pole is north face
and in the deep south is the other's
that place be called Monkeyland,
where fishes hop o'er clouds,
and cats and dogs walk hand in hand,
doves dive not flocks but crowds,
the Crab Fest is a spectacle,
a wonder to behold,
show ends, then the incredible,
the taste test wins the gold,
you'll hear tales from a pair of keys (parakeets),
perched within an igloo,
you'll eat a knifeful of fresh peas
and a hole tomato
Thanks, Clueless One, for reading me,
but, clue you in ... let's see,
if I'm held upside right ... first time,
my tale be True in rhyme.
Day Dreams
I love to have daydreams,
about the nighttime.
I believe I can see it all
clearer in the light.
I am not afraid of the monsters...
in the closet, made of laundry
and fallen clothes,
from hangars that have broken,
creating giant fangs,
in the faces
leftover in my mind,
very unkind.
There is nothing under the bed,
but my shoes and a few socks.
I wondered where that went,
and that... and that... and that???
But no, no creature here,
to feature highly on the page
of the press,
the news,
I refuse to give in,
to bend,
against the evil...
that is just there to scare,
how dare the shadows
it's just not fair.
Try again somewhere else,
you have been driven out.
There is no place here, to fear,
the unknown.
Angels all around,
in the air and on the ground.
They are everywhere they are needed.
My warning had better be heeded.