The Ant Colony Sure is Busy Today

  Not submitting the guest poem Is playin’ some reindeer games. R e i n d e e r    G A M E S. Makin’ me think I’ll recieve this poem… Is playin’ some reindeer games. R e i n d e e r               G A M E S. Hands-up all ten fingers,  thumbs pointed at the temples. & G L A R E  each other down. That’s when you’re privy to K N O W I N G  That reindeer games have begun . To the death, only one, Will have the game won. I’m not rescinding my guest poem offer… I’m doubling down   staring at my crown while you just clown A R O U N D… Quit playin’ R E I N D E E R    G A M E S & send me            “Reindeer Games” It’s ready to display. Amidst my dismay, so just one more day, & it better be on the way. This is the last call , I don’t want REINDEER GAMES,  I need REINDEER GAMES, from you, that’s all ...

  This snake is a special kind of worm .   He does a kind of special squirm.    The worm way out west .        The worm way more west .           Spaghetti West. This snake lays breast out   shakes itself under the water spout     drinkin’ lemonade     under the cactus shade this snake takes the cake             or the spaghetti you make .          For most fierce, most venomous .        Most cantankerous.      This worm will eat your brain .     Here we go again .    This snake’ll eat whole men .      Hell he’ll eat two or ten.        Lord save us from the Can O’ Snakes   ...

I tap on the glass. Frozen. Cold. near opaque. I can see you & you can see me, but hear we cannot. We each rub the glass with our sleeves & press our faces against the glass. Separated by just a double pain. Separation is pain. Double pain.   Hours melt away, frozen as we gesticulate a silent conversation. We get everything except touch & sound this way. They are missing. They are missed. I breathe on the cold glass to fog it & Write you a lovenote. Love symbols… represent love words… emergent from love  G E S T I C U L A T I O N S. You are ever enough & eternally beautiful. I see your sparks amid the frozen. You see my sparks amid the frozen, but separated, our sparks cannot melt the tundra that surrounds.  I will wait patiently for you, for the door to open. For the glass to shatter. For our flames to converge, again.  Please don’t give up on me.  I will never give up on you.  I will be here....

NOTE: Please continue to scroll…my better work was posted first, the lesser works are the more recent posts. I would really appreciate some comments or feedback on my work, so please feel free to interact with pieces that move you, pieces you like, or pieces you don’t like.  Best,  Ducky (Mike)

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