neutrality

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i turn and see
my bulldog sitting
in the middle
of the rough-hewn
wooden bridge
i have just crossed

the pleasant sunshine
unimpeded
from his face
this mostly leafless
april afternoon
he sniffs the air

i call his name
but he just sits
and sniffs again
his posture somehow
telling me a tale
of deep contentment

so I return
across the bridge
just walking past him
to the side
i started on
“should we head back?”

but still he sits
and sniffs and smiles
and seems to say
you really haven’t
given this here bridge
an honest shot

and so i shrug
and join him there
between two options
in the middle where
we watch the twigs
float slowly by

Tigress

tigress

She was up now. On the wall. Week on week, year on year she had paced and paced and paced down there. Below. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to go but up. And up she went from her puny little water pool like a striking cottonmouth snake. Higher than they thought she could go. Up. On the wall.

And now, out. But not far. No, not far, not yet. First, she had some scores to settle. Starting with that skinny little toothpick man that thought he could tease a tigress….

snake movies

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i wish i could relax
      belinda brooded
    damn! her day
had been
l e v i a t h a n
 (just vast and twisted)
         and the truth was
        it had left her
             curled contorted
                       tangled up
                     in knots
                and kinks
           and whorls

what would help
      me to unwind?
           (she mused)
       (besides
         a glass of wine)
            could be a flick
                  like this:
          (she flicked
        her tongue
             and snickered)
 
but what’s
     my mood?
            my wish?
                 my bent?
            my whim?
        what movie will
       most move me?
     as belinda browsed
         her choices
                 she was
                      bothered
                    vexed
            perplexed

jurassic park's
      inspiring but
     i don't think i've
  the mettle for a
monster movie
   (i see freakish
           monkeys
               every day)

snakes
    on a plane
       is merry mirth
      a pick-me-up!
  (too bad i never
    purchased it 
            oh well)

one thing
   i'm sure of
            is i am
             no fan of
          indiana
       jones
          (ss sss!)

mm hmm
    do you
 know what?
    i think I'll
      quit this quest
     i’d rather just
   curl up and
 read a
     book

Still Death

On a Tuesday in November
Death was wandering

The truth? She was bone-weary
For the work of Death is ceaseless
Nonetheless she does take breaks
(Everybody needs some downtime
Now and then)

On the border of the wood
She found a deer skull
Sun-bleached, gleaming white

She bent, and picked it up
Remembering well the one who’d owned it
But then she stared, almost forgetting
The soft gaze of that gentle doe

Death was transfixed
By the delicate lattice of bone
Stretching like lace
Between its eyes
And where some unknown incident
Had chopped off the front of the skull
Graceful spirals of paper-white
Could be seen
In the nasal passage

Death smiled
And placed the skull gently
On a nearby stump
Next to a tiny heap
Of orangey-brown leaves

Now
Whispered Death to herself
Maybe someone will see
This dead deer
Resting on a dead tree
Garnished by dead leaves
And think
For a moment
Of me

And perhaps that witness
Will say, ah
Death is cruel
But she is also beautiful

Wail

Ever westward toward the cliffs
The grieving Bhean Fíona raced
Nearly blinded by her tears
Yet with her Elven grace

She cursed the eyes of English Men
Who came in greed, dispensing woe
Who burned the Faerie village down
And laid her Faerghal low

Fíona reached the precipice
She leapt – and beauty caught her eye
She could not bear to live, but now
She could not bear to die

The Elven Lady’s wail rang out
And it was heard throughout the land
It pierced the heart of Irish lad
And soul of English Man

The loveliness of her last view
Was mingled with her anguished throes
The moment Bhean Fíona died
The fearful Bhean Sídhe rose

sunset

my jaw pretty near hit my chest
as i gawked helplessly
at the gorgeous, terrible scene
outside my window

i always knew
it was only a matter of time
but yet…
but now…
they’d done it
they’d really done it

those bastards

apollo, amun-ra
amaterasu and lugh
huitzilopochtli
all them old damned sun gods

quietly I wept
as the first orange flames of sunset
began greedily to lick
at the bright, cool blue of day

and I knew
in just a few minutes
nothing
nothing would be left
except the cold dark ashes
of the night