He shouts out with certainty, "OH NO!". There is nothing in his life that is shocking enough to instigate such a response. He carries on baby-babbling, using a handful of meaning words, most of them mismatching the context.
This endearing little human being is his own best friend. And if you are blessed to become a permanent regular in his circles, beware, for your heart shall melt repeatedly.
He's got charm and he knows it. He's a daredevil and is notorious for venturing out into the unknown on his own. He's a lesson waiting to be learnt. But most of all, he's someone's best friend waiting to happen.
i.
slice a kiwi into
two halves
& no!
you cut your skin
in a delirium of exotica
ii.
watch your hand as it
imprisons your mouth -
holds back a scream
dying to burst free.
iii.
feel it, the itch of a sting -
the virgin green fruit sap
bakes the tar of your blood dry.
iv.
cure it with the adsorption of
three therapy sessions
sprinkled with orange chocolate;
some imbedded with mint if you like
(personally, I hate mint -
a palmful of drizzle,
grass stains on cotton -
make you frown.
pouring rain, walk breaks
into a run!
it's dawn, I hear
an orchestra -
the trees are alive,
dew-dripping leaves,
an insomniac robin.
Time ceases to exist
a dancing figurine,
dressed in grace.
child with a temper -
count to ten count to ten -
the victimized figurine, knocked -
ten pieces indeed!
a room, full of books,
a lining of dust,
at the window sill.
the air laced,
with the smell of
old pages.
peaceful warmth of
the words read,
& her laugh breaks the silence.
seaweed tickles my feet,
the beach conjures up lullabies!
a potion made of seashells
an
I want to make him bleed
I want to make him plead
I want to be surrounded by depression
I want to succumb to repression
I want to be sadistic
I want to be fantastic
I want to fire a gun
I want to be the bullet peircing through your gut
I want to just for fun
I want to be the blood oozing out of you..but
this is what we call sugar boozing
Black to white
Dark to light
dazed to flight
Kill just to fight
Bill the blood
Red flood
Drown
Bow down to agony
A vampire’s harmony.
I want to be the apocalypse
I want to cause all the catastrophe
I want to beat him up
I want to drink his blood in a cup
I want to be sadistic
string me like a violin
let fear vibrate
kill me like a villain
let blood protrude
drown into the sound
from dusk to dawn
let the rhythm bond
haunted by the moan
mesmerized by the tone
dead bodies and their decayed bones
seen through a protagonistic imagination
and then darkened by an ignition
dance fear into the melody
shake off surreal beauty
just nod along to this eerie song
just get high on this music bong.
the light shades you see
the light lines you breathe
the light crease
the slight pain
the slight gain
the slight disdain
all for nothing
all for something
all for living
fall into the pores
absorb within the pores
to the extreme core
into a dark hole
the light that stings
the light that sings
a melancholic sign
the crusty eye
the crust ties
this is goodbye
to dexterous lies.