The mandible hitting the ground is just so fun to watch! If I just
enshroud myself here in the corner of my patio, behind the little tree,
I think they'll not betray me. And if I wait a little longer I think
I'll see the frog jump and saddle my lap (or slip to my feet)
but then I'll have to use antiseptics and remove
a delicious contact (that's our camaraderie)
and Iose our magic to touch each other by mere intuition.
How will I then tell him that he's welcomed (to my doormat, atleast)
and that I'm not mad or angry about his vile mucus
(which is like rich arcane fields)
or his burping from his throat and spaceshuttle gut.
(He can sprawl along my leaves of grass, stay how long he wants.)
But I'll find another -- I know it's true:
if I give my share of love and stand in solidarity
with that company of mine (who's here to break my solitude)
and not be conceited when marginally aware of its arriving.
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There are many other things here which I can enjoy equally
if let my character slip (not forever, but for this moment)
(this is not my real character, anyway)
and if I let it mix with the naked bodies of spring (where spring is --
the host and I'm the one being served)
I know, I'll know best to let my standards decamp
just for a while
and climb the big tree (maybe?).
(But my parents won't love it, and neither will I,
Because I need a girlfriend too,
and have dreams and ambitions too --
But I just can't help myself, I --)
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The cirrus clouds they're leaving my root plant;
I hope it learns to help itself this rainy season,
because I'm so tired to water it everyday.
