As a mind of oversized ears
keenly listening for connection
struck by the looming fears,
and the consistent results
before my eyes, manifested into presentation
The overarching realization
of said bodily disproportion
worthy of being a skit
to drown in a laughing fit
Oh woe, it's spread too far
tall enough to reach a star
imbalanced enough to eventually fall
Stretched beyond repair
just myself, without a pair
over the many years
my vast collection
of chaos and dysfunction
has rapidly grown
in disproportion
to optimistic
delightful emotion
suddenly enabling the
dramatic distortion
of all love, joy
and sweet devotion
completely transforming
calm into commotion
’til only one hope remains,
my imagination
encouraging the temptation
to attempt to alter
the very composition
of my scripted destiny
with or without
divine permission
despite my many fears
Posting early on a dozing suburban
hill
Mays warming morning rises and
Gently wakes.
The dewy hares move through the
Earthy till,
Small dry twigs the nesting pigeons
take.
Blue-high sky clear as an Ocean
Layers the heat upon red brick
streets;
Roads built over stubbled tracts
Deeply rutted from the ploughs
devotion,
Where once great fields of swaying
wheat.
Covered by neat gardens of square
disproportion
where blackbirds scold and tumble
Between the breeze;
Rushing madly through the tangled,
Variegated fauna,
Dashing around lines of neatly
Planted trees.
Quietly strolling the waking hour
Comes brightly,
Tripping like the splashing, pebble
Washed stream:
Wistfully recalling the woodsman,
Elk, and otter,
As it flows away,
Forever lost in dreams.
I want us to swim,
In our new bodies,
Which buttress our boney disproportion.
I want the fish to be enticed,
By our old skins
Which serve as useless armour to this world.
I want the cold to be unrelenting,
To our restless hearts,
Which beat inaptness into our beings.
I want the water to cleansing
Towards our tomblike wombs
Which welcome love but reject life.
I want the tides to be shifting,
Until our spineless existence
Take the form of something solid,
Something soft.
Of something like me and You.
Feel your sanity's abortion
Hear your silent distortion
Smell your crimson contortion
Taste your soul's extortion
See your life's disproportion
Water wonder glides in form
Ever eating, oblivious to storm
Self protector in location
Hides from hook and predication
Sly to guy who sits above
Always sensing disproportion
Out of element and able motion
Camouflaged for all unsure
Reads the link of food chain closure
Sees the means for end of gliding
Brings the hider out of hiding
Eyes a nibble in compulsive time
Motion instant to the foreign slime
Eating a reaction of sense to survive and outwit
Consumption, an identified weakness of habit
A worm on a hook appears as friend
Within it the end