Day: ستمبر 2، 2022

This is a world where there are monsters There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed There is one monster. He is my little one I talk to my little monster I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster And he growls, oh boy does he growl And he wants something from me He wants my soul And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul…

We make our meek adjustments Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample pockets   For we can still love the world, who find A famished kitten on the step, and know Recesses for it from the fury of the street Or warm torn elbow coverts   We will sidestep, and to the final smirk Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us Facing the dull squint with what innocence And what surprise   And yet these…