The Tequila Shot ~
long lick of the tail feather flick
tapering tail like a grass blade
glass blade shoot
of a cry and a gulp and a green
shot salt on your tongue
and creature compelling
lime wedge green
long tail of a glass beaker
the tequila shot parakeeter
singing like a loon
you are a tune to make music to
~ Parakeet
Lilypad ~
I lie on the surface
as flat as I can
my edges hold tension
like nothing else I
can float on the pressure beneath
held by the density of
my own suspension,
my skin is a place to land
bah-bah
leaving ripples out wide
water and air,
bom-bom,
I keep beat
I am circle and snare
ts-ts
reeds brush my belly
so softly by handfuls,
I shiver and hear the soft
watersnake hiss
at the water line.
tell me my rhythm
as I float on by
~ Drum
Three Musketears
Mould iron on the
Anvil mass
Low through the rumble of the
Long handled sound
Everything shakes
Under my
Stare
I am
Not a victim of the
Crash and the
Underscore – I am the receipt I am the
Steward, I am the strength under it all
Swing up,
Take your seat
And stabilise your shaking limbs
Press into my flanks, be held in the
Eye of my
Sound
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