Go Away

I see, said he. What do you want of me? To play in my tree? To speak softly with glee? To be in my face rather than feeding me? I have an answer to all You, human, are my devotee   What shall I make of this? Your camera bliss You have run amiss with your misplaced hubris You created a crisis A supreme antithesis of sleep and rhyme I shall need psychoanalysis whatever the $%#@*&% that is To endRead more

Broken Light

He looks into the broken light. In search of full sun. “Those damn blinds,” he moans. They are not much fun. The plastic, rectangular pieces create broken, rectangular rays. He is not the least bit amused. “Please raise the blinds,” he prays. Mistress whips out her camera and pays no heed. What a beautiful day, beautiful boy. “Raise the blinds you say? There is no need.” He looks again into the broken light, knowing she is about to depart. “Those damnRead more