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.
