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My Life as Tasmanian Devil
tasmanian devil, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th
Pups, imps, joeys, wiggling tailed marsupials, hunting in parties of five.
Deadly facial cancer has killed lots of us, it’s a wonder I am still alive.
I screech when I eat, carrion, my utmost favorite food, road kill.
My aggression insured me at...Read More
tasmanian devil, black love, sexy,
Come here Beautiful,
Allow me to take my time and admire your bodacious body
Or should better yet what I see in front of me
Is one of God’s finest pieces of art
Relax and unwind, don’t be shy
Because tonight I have...Read More
The world is a small plane
tasmanian devil, appreciation, faith, inspirational, love, self, strength,
I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times.
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to find myself.
I heard the...Read More
tasmanian devil, weather, wind,
turbulent dark wind...
tasmanian devil cloud...
THE FREAKY MONSTER PARTY
tasmanian devil, children, funny, scary,
They had gathered at a spooky castle,
The moon was full and bright,
Located on the Scottish moor
The party started late at night.
The werewolf was there
With his hair done out with gell,
Lochy arrived in his scale-mobile,
His green outfit looked so swell.
Falling of the Edge of the World
tasmanian devil, angst, animals, history, hope, life, loss, nature,
I travelled into my thoughts
To somewhere I've never been
The horrors that awaited me
Took me to our human extreme
I cried when I looked through
The windows of our past
And marvelled at what she gave us
I was left in total aghast
In the year...Read More
The Tasmanian devil
tasmanian devil, adventure, funny, history, night, dark, dark, night,
The New Ocean House, back in sixty-eight,
Worked as a busboy, left that night late.
A very dark night, dark of the moon.
Might have been May, may have been June.
I climbed on my bike, started its thunder.
Sped off wildly, like I was...Read More