Where the Wild Things Are
From youngest age my mother deemed me sleuth
The happy child to trace what legend sings
And surfed in search of milk and honeyed truth
I came upon a hive of hairless things
What beasts are these so weak and malnourished
With hollowed selves and plenty food and space?
These things from Eden: garden well-flourished
Are pests of Earth. They damage every place.
They beat each other: strangle, subdue
Debate with peers, for clear and magic walls
They fight until they're red or white or blue
With wings and horns, our Icarus now falls
Eloped by myself, lone in land afar
A world of Humans, Where the Wild Things Are
~ JD Campbell
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Nightmares of an Insomniac
PoetryA collections of poems for those of us who love, live, cry, and play, even while the world is asleep.
