Elephant Gills

The dementia upon beloved boy's hand
Asphyxiates mentality, nearly claiming victory

Is he thirsty?
Is he empty?
                               From long ago?
                                       OR
                Perhaps he left his bosom's warmth?


I ONCE saw his ears, colossal.
A wise ogre of invention.
My mind was blown away,
elevated with ooze!

He howled and I smiled
Creature kept hostage in gayness upon midnight,
Even the pure shine of daylight?
Delighted me to a toxic level that the gate broke

Ponds formed, a stomach in pain of exhalation
Overwhelmed by an appeal of strange validity

The journey tracing gills,
Flapping wide,
Fondled apathy
Whaling, watching



The local landscape is aging under the snow

Crisp,
Cold,
Soothing

It is as if his insanity leaves,
The meal must be dropped to depart
With cold,
Rubber feet

E l e p h a n t g i l l s
soothing . . .
will form in time

Thirsty, empty?

It is because of you that my heart can rest,
Beat, pulse out joy
Glorify with the gifts I am blessed with
My veins spill out the truth
Fortitude, peace
Sanity, satisfaction

You are the reason the sun shields
All creation, your creations
Your colors, unlike others
Display a profound beauty
So intense I can feel my very soul
Hatch an end to disappointment

I have sensed you before
Everywhere in fact; guilty
Now, I worship your name my Lord

Your divine throne is blessed, blessing
Every carnal mold to nourish the internal love

Glory to you, My King
Glory to you, my God

All your children rest with the ever lasting quench
My Father, I shed my gratitude in tears of spiritual victory

I love you, because you have always loved me

From worldly nations, to spiritual birth
I ask that there be praise to you
The waters indeed last, to those who seek

The quiet waters I reside by

My prairie wolf

Pulchritude within a womb's liberation at hand
Porcelain skin, delightful boldness and sweet peach intensity
Perfect in circumference, mirth of a few betwixt details of
A once tusk of wisdom that had not dared to reach such answers

The very little hands of creation, amorous novelty of reigns shared;
Strange, nothing more than a piece of the people

Elegance dancing beneath those moonlit eyes,
Tender teal glazed by perfectly stolen honey crafts,
To sing a perfect shade of amber in the end
The world could not understand

This gratitude of this completion,
Even if seven has not been reached

She stole my heart
once,
twice,
a realm I can not explain

Maybe this wolf has found her heart
When looking upon those little eyes
Why, she you see, is the golden key
Cliche indeed, but she found her way inside me

Helium.

Do you see her spinning?
Spinning in tiny circles.
Do you see her spinning?
Spinning in tiny circles.

Her shoe lace untied.
Her shoe lace untied.

Are you going to tell her?
Look she just fell down.
Are you going to help her?
Look she made a frown.

Are you going to help her?
Just, Just look at that frown.

Do you see her spinning?
Spinning in tiny circles.
Do you see her spinning?
Spinning in tiny circles.

Are you going to help her?
Just look at that frown.
Are you going to help her?
Just, Just look at that frown.