Do you see him, too?
Over there?
No.
Under there?

Do you see him, too?
His cane spinning between webbed fingers, his top hat askew?

Can you see him, too?
He’s hopping, just there!
He’s lingering on your brink of being awake and asleep.

He croaks and you wonder.
Do you dare wander to the place he eerily sings?

You haven’t seen him.
Have you ?
You would surely not forget him.

Look!
Duck!
Think fast!

He’s hopping above you, leering, mincing like a cat, bearing teeth to it’s trapped rat.
Distracted, he’s lapping at your finest butters and creams, sweeties and milky things.

Your priorities, your “things”, your property a game, a ruse to him.
Fickle and feigned, all too foolish.

Open your mind and see him as he is.
Learn a higher state of thinking.
Become a transcending being.
Be mindful and allow yourself to accept sorrow, change and contentment.
 
Be mindful, lest he’ll lap away at what’s left of you, next.

One response to “What’s Left”

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    Woodsy

    Where’s the algal bloom?
    The green swish?
    The wet swirl
    of emerald and murk?
    No cane here.
    We’d eat it,
    dissolve it,
    chomp it away
    into acid…
    like the rain…
    like the pain you’d feel,
    trying to stay one step ahead –
    one step we steal from under you.
    Profit exploding
    everywhere
    in a big green scene
    that eats the water,
    steals the sea
    and leaves you with a recession…
    a depression…
    a dust bowl
    made of promises and lies –

    the debris from trusting the values of thieves.

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