The Great Barnyard Cock

My elegant wings

Match no other

My comb is a vibrant red crown

My talons, so fierce, so deadly, so great

Can make even an Eagle bow down.

My women, so plentiful,

Flock all around

With hopes I'll give them my love

Ladies, beauties, your plumage so fine,

Does not match mine, who art sent from above.

And even in death, I am unmatched

The American food, synonymous

With juicy plump breast, and crunchy sweet wings

For it's true, I am king

Just fowl? Preposterous.

Knowledge Feast

     "I beg your mercy, Great Arachnid. Please, I am nothing but a simple, humble, tasteless bug." The Grasshopper said.
     "No. I'm hungry." The Spider said, preparing his silk.
     "But... but sir!" The Grasshopper said "please!" Then a stroke of what he considered genius hit him. "I'll give you something! In exchange for my life. Something more valuable then all your wildest dreams combined."
     The Spider grunted. "Praying Mantis?" he said.
     "No!" said the Grasshopper. He leaned forward confidingly, as far as his sticky silk manacles would allow. "Knowledge."
     The Spider stared at him blankly, his eight eyes showing nothing. The eyes truly are the windows to one's soul, thought the Grasshopper.
     "I can teach you of the seasons! of the alignments of the cosmos! Of the secrets of men, and the tales of mammalian yore! I can show you the finer points of alchemy! Technology! I can read one of your eight palms and reveal your immanent future!" The Grasshopper's voice was growing desperate. "Let me open a brilliant new world to you" he said.
     The Spider sat, unmoving. "Knowledge?" he said slowly.
     "Exactly" the Grasshopper said.
     "No" said the Spider. "I'm hungry."


(Assignment for English)

Moral Time

            “’Sup,” Crooned Dialogue.

            Imagery stood still, saying nothing to the face of her brother. Carefully, she shifted her weight, head defiantly downcast. Where she stirred, the ground blossomed at her feet, shifting like tendrils of ink and metamorphing into a thousand silent words.

            “Dude, c’mon, talk. Did you hear what happened to Sonnet last week? She chocked on a verse!” He guffawed, snorting slightly.

            With blind eyes, Imagery turned to face his voice, milky cataracts eating the noonday light one moment, and reflecting the moonlight the next.

            Grimacing, Dialogue watched her in silence for a moment, obviously waiting for a reply. Not finding one, he rushed on, blabbering uncomfortably.

“That’s the first time, right? Metaphor’s losing his touch too, what with Simile being pissy and all, but still! And I mean come on- IRONY saving the day? Really? Since when has Irony saved anyth-” Stricken silent, Dialogue watched with wide eyes as an inky tendril slid over his face, sliding throughout his hair and embracing his features before splitting into others. Gaping, his mouth worked noiselessly.

And Imagery smiled, wind gratefully kissing her hair.


Moral: Dialogue sucks.

Ode to an Ass

They call me an ass,

I am doomed to hear.

It’s a derogatory term,

This I no longer fear.

For if I am the ass,

What are the masters?

The bastards, the sloths,

The extravagant lackers?

I carry their loads,

I protest all not but rarely,

If I am to be working,

They will be merry.

So tell me now,

Who shall longer last?

The arrogant bastard,

                                                               Or the hardworking ass?

Insensitive

            “Mom! There’s a slug out here!” I said, scrunching my face at the sight of the sticky body splayed at my bare toes. “If you don’t grab it, I’ll probably end up stepping on it and wind up picking it out of my toes, probably all over the carpet!” Scowling, I flung my head in her direction, blinking expectantly.

            “Honestly Erin- It’s a slug. Go around it,” she said back, sooty head momentarily surfacing out of the mulch-grown weeds.

            “Nelly will probably eat it. Even if she doesn’t, grab it anyway!” I said discouragingly, promptly sitting down.

            With a sigh, she rose to her stained knees and trundled over, heralded by an immense cloud of sweat and compost. 

            “You just grab it- like this,” Scowling back at me she demonstrated, cupping the body through her nice, cozy layer of protective gardening gloves. “You’re awful insensitive for dragging me over here, you know that? You have no idea the trials and tribulations I put up with for you.” Hefting it, she whipped her arm back and flung the little body as I watched, faintly abashed.

            The slug’s screams were lost in the wind.

Way to Stab Me In My Fetish

Why?

You pop up, easy as can be.

You’re surrounded by tuxes,

Silky dresses supreme.

But you,

You’re another tale.

You stand short and proud,

In a coat and tails.

Did you know?

The ink of your hair,

Raven in the light,

I could love you if you so dared.

You could be a gentleman,

Waiting on his lady.

A cane in his hand,

A light where it’s shady.

Now you’re grinning,

Spinning your cap.

You jerk,

Such an intolerable chap.

I’m a historian you know,

You’re pulling at my heart!

You, my dear,

Seem to be on my black mart.

So you stupid boy,
You seem to have won,
You've stabbed me in my fetish,
But I'm not yet to be outdone. 

Why Can't I...?

You drive me crazy even though I know its my fault. We're together, but now I can hardly look at you, much less talk to you... what happened? To the easy conversations, the laughs, and relaxed looks? Why can't I do that anymore? You don't see what I see in you. You don't think your good enough. But that's just stupid. If you could see what I see, you would see someone smart, handsome, funny, sweet, worried, and kind. But I cant tell you that because I am pathetic. I'm a coward. I don't have the strength to tell you what I think, even though I'm yours and your mine now. That doesn't make any sense. It was supposed to be easy now. What do I do? I wish you would show what to do, how to act. What's wrong with me? Why do you affect me like this? Why can't I figure this out? Why can't I show you... how much I love you?

A New World

A new world for me, no one else

Reality is gone

Wrapped in a dream

Or a horror

Blood pumping, heart sighing, mind whirling fast

My world

I love them so

I can’t live without them

They were their when no one else was

The delicious reality of books