Flock Plus One
Crouching among a gaggle of
dabbling Canadian geese,
a brown skinned child pushes back
long black hair,
intent on building a tidal pool
of which he can be King.
Extending a ridiculously long neck,
a goose wades gingerly into the water,
snapping his wings forward in a fluster,
indignant with the cold.
Another approaches the boy curiously,
black eyes assessing the construction;
haughtily disinterested, it continues ambling
along the inlet.
The sporadic hiss and honking of a gander
whose life mate is being wooed by another
doesn’t faze the child,
methodically tapping his palms
along the outskirts of his pond.
Another goose watches him,
unconcerned,
from her nest on a muskrat mound,
tiny hatchlings in yellow down
chirp soundlessly.
Spittles of rain dust the child’s
ebony hair
and the gaggle’s black feathers.
The cluster huddles around the boy,
having seemingly accepted him
as one of their own.
Categories:
spittles, bird,
Form: Free verse
The meal of truth has become sour in your tongue
so you'd rather digest lies and vomit them whole
right before the ignorant masses ears.
My mother weeps because her lad
has been blinded with the scales of mints,
scales of power, scales of seat ;yet she lives.
My mother weeps for the breasts she lent your greedy
hands to fondle in faith that you may fetch progress
you had split open and stuffed her nipple
with lumpy spittles of corruption;you forsake mother.
Categories:
spittles, abuse, africa, anger, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Real fear
as it crawls
from the nape of your neck
icicly popping skin
along arm
hairs raised in surrender
unable to stop what will become
I never look at shadows anymore
incase there is a face their theyr'e
that sea me-i love using the wrong swords
see you
just open your phone
Who is that in the background
feel my oil slick tendrils
kiss your shoulder
talon crawl across your ripping flesh
when stomach and arsehole
are closer than before
Brian turns ewe to your brain
that tightly held breath
heart above sound
feet rooted in molten stair
see my face
as the darkness turns away
afraid to look again
if mirrors reflect light
why can you see your shadow in a mirror
and will you dare to look
sitting in my favourite
seat the spittles of rainbow
spewing from the box of idiots
dance accross my wall
macabre marionettes forbid into cryptic cryptids
and the end of the scream
is unheard
Categories:
spittles, poetry,
Form: Free verse
there's a hole in my head
where the gamma gets in
tickles my brain
giggles my skin
turns my insides
to outside in
throws all my cares
into the wind
curls my hair
into corn rows
florescent's the jam
between my toes
spittles the spine
blows its own nose
grabs my gizzard tight
then let's it go
adds purple highlights
to the hair on my face
takes my overbite
and sets it in place
makes me want to run
although there's no race
all through the hole in my head
filled by these gamma rays
Categories:
spittles, fun, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I wander through a
thicket of broken branches
and dense leaves as
shimmering, silver water
forms a silken slide,
as it descends o'er top
a high mountain peak.
Colors of gray, blue & yellows glint
as they bounce off a bright sun, forming
rainbows against an epoch which
slowly fades into an eve of
pinks and melon hues.
Spittles of water splash
into the air, like tiny diamonds.
Splaying about on soft
mossy mounds of green
carpeted rocks at a
lowermost portion of the falls.
Calm breezes speak
through branches of
trees laden with viridity,
capturing fire beetles
of intense, yet susuruously,
flickering light.
Intense sounds
resonate from below
this spectacular fountain,
as aquatic plants display
their beauty in a slowly
darkening surrounding.
Thus once again, bringing
peace and tranquility.
Leaving one breathless
to an ever changing, dynamical
universe, as my wandering
continues through this thicket
of broken branches and dense leaves......
Categories:
spittles, nature
Form: Free verse