Little Rat

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
why are you in my walls?

You skritch-scratch at night.
I hold my bed covers, so tight...
thief of my land of Nod.

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
THIS is your chance to leave!

I think you'd much rather,
not be a little rat cadaver,
but spend the night snacking on cheese.

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
it really is time to go!

The cat's on his way,
it's not a game you should play,
and tragedy lies at the end.

Oh little rat,
so furry and fat,
the choice is now up to you...

Get caught in a trap,
run away from the cat,
but I'd choose the hole in the wall!

-

Friends come and go
loves too
I dance

I dance
though people steal your space on the dance floor
I dance

when the timing is right
and the bass swings, just so
I dance

head down, introspective
hands up, joy reflected
I dance

I dance
on the sidewalk
in the grass
on the pavement 
in the street 

dirty toes
muddy feet

physical changes take place
chemical synaptic metamorphosis

I dance

silliness happens
and realness too

I dance

in all that is impermanent and impermeable 
I dance

Fool's Folly

Love is a fool, 
but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Why should such fancies,
be governed by the mind?

The sum of the heart,
can't be found through a problem of math.
(or purchased online)

Love is a fool, 

but I wouldn't have it any other way.

It's in the element of spark and surprise,

in a flash, there, light and illumination.

The moment of stillness,

between two, on a summer's day.

(at the cusp of night)

Love is a fool, 

but I wouldn't have it any other way.

The fool lives within each of us,
looking for an invitation to court.

My Converse are ready for the party,
these Chucks were made to dance.
(now where is that damn fool?!)

Pinstripe Ink

Penned in pinstripe,
a reprobate meets a rogue.
Crossed quill and sword,
one-two makes ten.



Inky black vignettes...

(now)

(here)

(gone)



With sleight of hand 
and slightly aware,
a question hangs...

that has hung,

men.



How could I do to you,
what has undone me?


~ R. Poet

Jabberwocky

In honor of all nonsensical poems out there...have a Monday that embraces the lighter side of life. 

 ~ R. Poet

Jabberwocky

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
     And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe. 

~ Lewis Carroll

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Ennobled Dirt Blanket

dirrrrrt blanket...
O' dirt blanket.

your filthy -ness?
was our warmth
on a night that needed none.

...an island in a grassy sea of magic.

O' dirt blanket
a many stanza-ed verse was written in your honor
alas the memory of which
melted like the velvet night
into dusty dawn.

O' dirt blanket,
where are you now?


~ R. Poet