The curious neighbor always looks over the fence;
Enough cause to bewilder me, and I spend a thousand in defense.
But he is his lady's man, she goads him into tussle
With teeth and nails, putting up sails on his flexing muscle.
First he boos as he hoists a hot scarlet banner
And calls me a no-see-um in a bawdy manner;
In vortex of rage, a cat out of cage I do take the plunge
Heartbeat raised, lipids crazed to knock this fallacious grunge;
I want to eviscerate his obnoxious bowels,
In the process I trample on the moss losing all my vowels.
Here the game is over and I have got the prize
Now on there's nobody around me, and a tail to tantalize.
Eight word challenge-7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
28th June, 2018
Lulled by the no–see-um’s song
the grasses and I are yawning
tilting our heads
in the breezes falling off the day
as if cocooned in imagined protection beneath
a raccoon mama’s chin
we sway…we sway…we sway the night to day …away
and above us the grasshopper's song floats
in swaths across the lavender universe (13.8 billion lightyears to bring to you)
a light house sways across the gray
trying to say...
I love you
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