Feeding The Fire Ants

a mass of ants
devour a leaf
including
the stem
and I soon
discover
that I know
several things
none of which seem
relevant to this
so I reach
to a tree
near
the crawling
clawing
pile
of
six-legged pincers
and pull off
a juicy
green
piece of foliage
off
gently
and feed
the fire
again

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

Once Was White

My mind is charred
Marshmallow in flame
Black it melts
Never the same

Once was white pure
Fluffy and soft
Embers of thoughts
Now linger aloft

Plenty of fuel
So much it won’t end
These thoughts, yes they burn
Scorch sizzle and singe

No chocolate to chase
No sticky or gooey
But crunchy black burnt
Flaky not chewy

Stuck on a hanger
To hang and to hang
Poked through the middle
Emotional pangs

Sitting on end
Releasing with smoke
Suffocates my sanity
Smothers and chokes

The fire it smolders
No, it will not die
And my mind the marshmallow
Continues to fry

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky