a journey of awareness
ArmadilloPick the barnacles from my hideI now belong to no oneThe burrow that I climbed insideHas flooded like a snow coneNo longer can I rhapsodizeOn zither or on drumMy larynx squeaks out mouse-sizeAtonalities of the moonWhat good I thought that I had doneGave no comfort in returnI crumble into plates of dungFor I belong to no one[Disposable Poem September 7, 2011]Dr. Mike
Armadillo
ReplyDeletePick the barnacles from my hide
I now belong to no one
The burrow that I climbed inside
Has flooded like a snow cone
No longer can I rhapsodize
On zither or on drum
My larynx squeaks out mouse-size
Atonalities of the moon
What good I thought that I had done
Gave no comfort in return
I crumble into plates of dung
For I belong to no one
[Disposable Poem September 7, 2011]
Dr. Mike