A place for me.

[fantacularpansy]

yes yes another poem. but really this one is like gold to me

-Frog-Pond-
The moon is a fishhook
bent into the muddy bottom of my pond-shaped soul
my brain is a grey-bellied frog
thinly skinned and veiny like a leaf
she waits to have her babies.
Desire dives in,
A plastic swimmer
Her strokes are lipstick red.
Her smile− a parody of itself.
On the velvety banks of my mud-caked soul
Small schemes wash up
and evaporate.
Sometimes laughter wanders this way
To inhale that haze
He tears pages from his green pocket
Thesaurus
And folds them into frail paper boats…
I make sure he leaves before I sink them.
I line my inky shore with his suggestions.
My pond looks out from under two eye-shaped skies,
A drizzle folds rings into the water,
And lightning flashes her cloudy eyelashes
The rain is like a visiting lover
Touching me everywhere.
In the dark my frog croaks a grayish burp
Of bubbly thoughts
They catch the flying fishes with a fingernail moon,
Inside my soul,
which comes in every color of night.
......

See gold I told you. This is so good.

So much done today.