Raw under the Water

squirrel lapping water
Photo by Boys in Bristol Photography on Pexels.com

It’s brutal out there–

take a clue for the kooky kids,

a guide for the wild life,

open up a minds to a mysteries sky;

do you feel the eyes of how they perceive you

molding your skin to the mask

of your hide,

do you like how you hide under that hide

no, I

wrote-d a book-ed

about the fish-ed under the mask water

willfully winging ’round the trees of coral,

squirrel

squoral down that thought train and puff it in the cheeks,

can’t you let the demon go,

the deep sea jelly,

the monster in the murk grove;

can’t you let the angel go

drown in the skeever

can’t you ask the beaver

to chopple up the coral blocks

and chew on the flishy mask

we’ve been wearing for years without washin,

squo-ral g-orl, it’s brutal out there

all those sun burns,

all those hot eyes and poky eyes,

sometimes you wanna drown ’em all out

don’t you, angel,

don’t you, keeper of the trees

and the reasonable hours a’fore midnight,

you know you wanna ask it

even though you don’t crack it past your teeth–

does e’ryone wear a mask

or is it just you-dle

flappin’ like a fwish noodle?

Is it just the you

in river

where the demons go

and the roots of murk woods

and myrtle groves

glurk and haumt your afterights,

is it just you

doing cpr with flop-hands on seas that can’t breathe

so they go chokin and laffin instead,

don’t you wanna know, demon girl,

where the circle ends

where they mstryt your mystery street

all impatient to morgle and glump eat

don’t you get sick of bakin’ sense

and falling supwards in your dreams

no, I,

wrote-d a book-ed

about how to hide-d

and the secret is

you become a fish who talks with real teeth

but never vreally breathes like the trees does

and you keep em guessing for glory,

meeting the million mystery question in the face

but missin the mean meat clear down deep at the bones of it–

we are parched from all this talkin (sup)

and gill it’s brutal out here for the kooky guides

reading between the lines

of our masks

liftin’ on off of the oak seeds like an acorn does.

One thought on “Raw under the Water

  1. I love your blog. I hope you like mine too and if you want to follow along like I did yours. we read each other Thank you. Greetings from the south of Spain πŸ’―πŸ‡ͺπŸ‡¦

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a reply to Lobolopez Cancel reply