the long and the short of it
chickens meet llamas and cats meet dogs
who says they can't but often they wish
if the crow flies south and the sun never sets
what was once a world becomes an island
a home becomes a house
backwards and forwards the ebbing tide of life
when all we do is kiss frogs such as this
hopping and skipping from lily pad to heart
tongues flicking out catching air
catching flies
dull glazed stare from big rounded eyes glistening skin
the skies caving in
the llamas don't cluck
pecking and scratching away till it hurts
when once there was life
now the cat's don't fuc*
and madness is rife
out of this though
two minds can collide
however fleeting their meeting
filled with life and promise and greeting
do we run away from the cats and the llamas
thinking that there may always be dramas
or embrace the thrill of the chase
laughing like idiots and fu*king like base
animals and manimals and mammals and fish
what do we have in a garden such as this
slugs in our cabbages and lice in our dish drowning and
drudging and sludging like pish
out of the sediment
I see some merriment
intrigue is rife
far from real life
do what you want to
whenever you can
just don't end up like cats dogs and fish