Saturday, February 26, 2005

poem

Eyes of ivory, the living stone
Their spots bewilder with laughing tones.
Hamster teeth and hamster nose,
Your heart, a hamster's, indeed no
a spring storm's, a summer deer's,
a long caress
of years and years.

A child's fondness for living things
animals, all kinds, your friends,
all those, your wings
hating nothing,'cept mosquitoes,
your enemies, those fiends
that bite you. They bite me,
they bite us
to be mean
but lucky we
our friend gecko
licks them up and eaten then
sings his song, his happy tune
sweet melody of triumph,
such a delicious fortune!