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

Swim On

Pictures fall
to my twisted vision

A kaleidoscope
of memories
dance
and brainy thoughts
worm about
a backlash
of deep light

The hook
dangles
with conspicuous bait
and I am tempted

There’s always a string
Always pain
Yet I am tempted

I paddle through
confusion

Muddied minds
and thick waters
are not ideal
for living

I am tempted
but like a drooling fish
I swim on

© 2009

image credit here

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