Chomp

the vision last night, bite bite
a dream full of fright, last night
in swimming the sea, you see
was a carefree seal I be
and my mind played a trick
you could say it was a dick
for alone I wasn't in the sea

lurking down below, bite bite
the sharks in my dream last night
their teeth in the sea, I saw
in the terror, the fear, the awe
they rose up in the billows
as I laid on my pillows
on the seal their teeth did gnaw

then thoughts savored, bite bite
and pondered yet another fright
what it might be like in the sea
for a fish with a seal that's hungry
then seal teeth become shark's
leaving very similar marks
in the side of a fish in the sea

March 28 haiku

What will the wind bring
when March marches out the door?
tornado, perhaps

Paper mache

printing raw, mush
blue, blue in gluing slush
shredded words of
seconds or thirds
lying...

lying in buckets
of sopping slop
to plop down and
slop and to plop down
and stop the mushy
and drop the messy...

GLOBS! of watery
BLOBS, of sopping strips
and clips, the snippety snips

brewing in gluing
the blue, blue gluing
the letters stray and fray
the letters fade away
into paper mache

Snore

Spilt, the drool
a stale oral fountain
lapping the endless sea
of blank blue lines and
stark pale paper

Stands, the pen
a stilt for dwarfing voice
propping up tired weak
of hushed hours and
droning days

Sleeps, the bard
a tepid two-step tone
tapping out in stars
of wasted words and
languishing ink

...ratatat tat

Burnt ice

Jargon jaunting: part Ally Anne

she's a spook,
more a spoke
in a psycho spinning wheel
the thrill
out in the night
under her extraterrestrial light

bright beams,
only dreams
in a bee-bop insane mind
to find
out in the night
the haunting of Ally Anne's sight

dry and sun,
fifty-one
in a murky desert place
a face
out in the night
is it a small gray or tall thin white

round the globe,
prod and probe
in a flying saucer craft
metal raft
out in the night
the flying of Ally Anne's kite