The boy
knows how to use his hind legs--
Heart-racing scamper,
That little scamp.
Barely a creature,
Hardly a human--
Liminal being,
Just as I--
A phantom,
A smile in the fog,
Not seen--
A crying laugh,
Unintelligible
To the ears of the living.
My shadow moves
Sacred, but unremarkable,
Against the rain--
Falling heavy against the dead leaves,
Driving up a leaden mist.
The sun, burnt out--
By exsanguinated, anæmic light,
I can see he and I
Only faintly.
Hey, hey Boy like the puppy-- Rare-sweet lips Strawberry-blossom honey, Made by hypnotic-buzzing bees. Hey, hey Boy like the otter-- Almond eyes, match Slim-sleek body. Twisted, Making a motion-- Casual flex, Sinew and pelt. Untamed smile-- Wild...
Prowler, crawling-- Pawing-- Warm wind coming down The pathway made On all fours. Indistinct, from The cluttered noises Of human speech-- Clitter, clatter, Patter, paw-- Down it goes, Down you are, On all fours. Beauty made, beauty taken-- Fluttering...
Two stone faces Of beasts that truly never were, Form from marvelous nothingness, Falling into a realm Of divine mystification. Held, as I am, In the glowing-green Foxfire-light-- Phosphorescing within The horrid, nitrous evening... But, there's...