love song

wading in it inches thick
i follow your indifferent trails
until my latent words assail
you underline your thoughts with scribble
i stoop beneath my spotless bubble
to snag a branch from your thorny thicket
with which to sing polyphonies
insularly quarantined
now that you've shut that dour door
on fond endeavor evermore

Rebecca with Jorge @ Kitty Moon, Dec. 17 2004.

Insects

We don't like you
You scare us
We never notice you except to smash you
You're a pest


We don't like you
We want to rid the earth of you
We want to kill you
You're better off dead
You give us bad bad dreams