Where he would not have to face
vermin from the Banty race.
Vermin asked him ‘can you take it,
or perhaps you only fake it,
I’m the king of this barnyard.’
Turkey now thought extra hard,
he could dish it out, no doubt
turkeys never had much clout
nor a brain with which to think
so he gave the boy a wink
told him ‘every Banty Rooster
needs, just to survive, a booster,
step aside, I need the space…’
Rooster spat him in the face.
Moral is that Banty Chickens
spit at turkeys like the dickens.
their poisons driven off the caribou,the whalesand fish to feed them all,there would not ever bea Native to return,big cities had their charmthough not for wolves.Born in a litter of fourteen,the biggest, and a friendto brother Selso, as the runthe’d miss the seaand would be searchingfar, for a new home.The Inuits called him Tireganierk***,which translates…
it braved againold spinifex,to reach the font,there always wasa trickle to be had,refresh me, nectarof another God!The entrance closed,like latex lipsand drew in to its depthjust to initiateexploratory moodswhile guiding himthrough gooey tentaclesinto the darknessof soft stalagtites,bathed in the balmof Cantadora’s loft,He did not need,nor wait for further signs,it was what never could,or would have…
on the horizon, on a lonely granite ridgeremained the memory of all it was to be.Confined to clouds that would descend at random timesto write the pages of a tiny, wrinkled soul,a soul of melancholy, whispering fine rhymesand searching for a flower, pole to pole.A frigate bird, excited and confused,flew in from starboard, landing on…
They had devised the clever planto rob each unescorted man,and took the riches and their horsethus they became a fearsome force.At first it seemed that Robin tookthe gold, like any other crook,but then gave all of it to thosewho, in their drafty houses froze.He was at heart a communist,who had, in early childhood, missedthe comforts…
to sleep beyond horizon’s border,his movements ceased.Forever is so final.They later said the 85 steel bulletshad found their target, four had missed.And that it mattered littlewhich one was the onethat brought some orderback for communists.His crime had been to seek his freedom,which East Berlin had never given him.He swam the river to decidehis future, but…
I never speed or break the law, you’re makingan error of good judgment here, be told.I beg you, would you hold off on your writingand listen to my reason to be fair?My wife, she is a tyrant, she’d be bitingmy head clean off if I bring home a slip from Bear.We’ve just made up this…
