Sheffield, is this my lump sum?
A pond frogspawn clogged
A water’s surface that had once been live
With squat squirming intentions
Fat arms tight-ballooned with clinging
Bubble-squeezed
An orgy of multiplying
Fleshy lifeboats inflated with
The resolve of toddler fists and gums.
What eats frogspawn?
What parasite cataracts its
Foetal pupils?
Gelatin shells to squeeze free from.
How do I crawl out of a place?
Like this?
All these benches my-body-sized
With strangers’ names
I just want to make like a snowdrop
And lose my head to the earth.
I left the window above my sleeping head open
For my night terrors
To escape into your fenced perimeters
and settle at the fountain’s stone base
Under all that dropped copper.
Or to wash up like tree-stumps,
Mock-shipwrecks overrun
by many-gilled fungus
Soft-skulled barnacles.
They still skulk as darkness
Under the hedges
Where the mice can grip the pips
of nightmare’s tangibility
Between their tiny paws and
Nibble them into
Digestible morsels
I will not cry
Over watchful cats
Swallowing flurries of tiny pink paws
With expanded pupils
Over lost spawn
Like bubbles popped
Sacks of pupa wriggled from
Hey Jelly,Thanks for checking out my site,and choosing to follow.I appreciate it.
Good Luck,
Michael.
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Hiya Michael I appreciate you stopping by too! (o: All the luck
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It’s amazing! ❤ Keep writing 🙂
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ahaha aw man thank you! (o: xx
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Great post! Thank you for stopping by. Miriam
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