Numb-bats

Body artfully draped

Wrist carefully exposed

Window opened just a little

A late night pose

.

Trap wary

though jaded

Set the scene

Lure them in

.

Room ransacked

Car carjacked

Best of all that morning

Feelings stolen away

.

Cheap furry buddhas

Bodhi-bat-vas

Take away nirvahna

Delivered every night

.

Take it all away.

………………

Womb-bats

The dry evening scurry

Falling leaves

Crackling open before

They hit the ground.

Tiny, not unnoticed as they swarm,

but unmentioned in polite company.

Huge amniotic eyes take in

the miracle of the world

each night.

Before the dawn,

unborn

Rustle along the sheets

A slight disturbance,

a shifting of knees

A minor annoyance

at the early morning turn,

the slight parting

as they enter

to nestle in.

…………………………..

The unhappy explorer

The bat flew over the mountain

The bat flew over the mountain

The bat flew over the mountain

Should have stayed on your own side, bat.

Your kind ain’t welcome here.

You don’t have sex with your sisters.

You still have your own teeth,

in your own mouth.

Your kids don’t have two heads.

But we do admire that webbing between your fingers.