Eldritch dreams shiver me
Awake as Dawn caffeinates
The embryotic morning.
Right on cue’s the hustle
& bustle of the city in
Mechanical crescendos.
But something feels… offbeat.
Like collywobbles stifling any
Oomph in the air,
So I plant my roots
On the veranda, cig & coffee
Nonchalantly in-hand.
The Sun irksomely skims
The morning paper — He’s
Heard from the Moon.
Soon too Mother Earth stirs
Dewy-eyed, hair curled & mortified
By the plunder of her pantry,
Her forbidden fruits
Bludgeoned and bled into
A bruja’s Beaujolais;
Her cherubic vegetables
Butchered and sautéed into
Some spoiled soup du jour
From the midnight shenanigans
Of burlesque alley cats
& masquerading rats —
O chiennes et batards! O brutes
Et brats drunk off Hakuna Matata.
Such terrible children.
Already the trees reminisce
In windy whispers w/
Cicadas in their afros
To help didgeridoo
The gossip afar of this
Grisly joie de vivre.
Twelve more hours
‘til the keys to the
Miscreant’s chateau’s reclaimed.
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