When they put me on a stamp
I wonder how I’ll pose.
Will I go gussed and glammed
Or without any clothes?
Should I smile?
I like my scowl.
I want to share my style
But pics can’t capture howls.
I’ll be sent worldwide!
What will show me best?
I want to show my pride
In being beast and blessed.
When they put me on a stamp
I need to show that something more!
The perfect pic of what I am –
One of a bug or bat or boar.

I have a hunger
That must be fed,
Ever since I was younger
It’s danced through my head
Straight into my teeth
And I’ve chomped and chewed
With no mercy or guilt underneath –
A human is my food!
This need to feed
On livelier crops
Might be a frightful deed
But can’t be stopped!
Great grisly gobs
Fresh from the fleshy shelf!
Don’t get mad and make a mob,
I only eat myself.
Enough chit-chat!
I’m a horrible cannibal!

What’s that?

Boogers don’t count at all?

How am I so bad at this?
I wonder all so much.
I’d drown as a fish!
Couldn’t make a fist
With a closed hand as such!

How am I so bad at this?
I do it every day!
Every swing’s a miss!
I’m cheeseless holes in swiss!
I lose twice for every play!

How am I so bad at this?
Not why, but how!
I’ve been doing it for years!
You’d think the fact that I exist
Would count for something somehow.

How am I so bad at this?
I’m glad to have to ask.
I’d be easy to dismiss,
So easy to like less,
If instead I were to ask,
How am I so good at this?

Mountain’s coming!
It’s done just sitting,
It’s up and running!
Mountain crashed through the meadow,
Splashed the lake like a puddle
And turned it to rain,
Dashed down its own slope,
Smashed the hills to plains,
Tossing clouds aside,
Giving whole herds a ride!
A knock at the door!
Mountain’s here!
Come in, come in,
Mountain dear.
The fire’s on
And full of cheer.
Sit and rest an hour or years,
They’re all the same here.

Promises for sale!
Promises for sale!
Guaranteed to never fail
Till someone offers more!
Promises for sale!
Two for the price of four!

It’s a real relief to lose your head
So let that worry go.
No one expects a clever thread
To weave or knit or deftly sew
Its way into a smarter quilt
And no one knows you, by the why,
So drop that wormy guilt
And hold your neck up high.

Folks can’t believe you do anything at all!
They’re impressed if you get out of bed!
It’s loose, just let it fall!
More folks should lose their pretty head.
As you have likely guessed –
I know where my head is at
And, I’ll happily confess,
That’s the end of that.

Come be safe.
We roar, we rage,
We must, we say,
So that we stay
Somehow, someway,
Above the fray,
Out of the play
Of race and chase
To quick disgrace.
Set all aside for a moment today.
Come be safe.
I’ll tuck you away.
Come be safe.
Tuck me the same.
Come be safe.
We’ll drop the day,
Go off display,
Come be safe.

I touched the sea and it touched me
Then didn’t let me go.
Now I walk and drip the salt
Of drowned mountains down my toes,
However distant I may stride
I forever feel the tug of tide.

I touched a tree and it touched me
Then grew into my bones.
Flowers burst behind my eyes,
Bumbles humming honey tones,
Seeds drop out my sleeves,
Happy to feed all hungry thieves.

I touched the breeze and it wrapped me
In the breath of every cloud.
It brings a burst of singing birds
That live entire lives out loud,
Swirls of mist and fog and dust
Carry bites of all on every gust.

I touched on glee and it jumped me
Then loosed me on the gloom
Of sealess worlds and treeless lands
And airless realms proclaiming doom,
Now where they raise their victory tombs
New life cannot help but bloom.

Half a year and back again
The king without a kingdom went
Back and forth across the lands
That never kneeled and never bent
A head to one that held a crown,
So he went unfound, unbound
By any cause in any town,
By any fuss to make him frown,
By any laws to weigh him down
Or hold him up or ever hound
Him or otherwise confound.
None below him, none above,
He was neither feared nor loved,
He wasn’t even known!
He was entirely his own.
The only king in history
To walk completely free.
What a frightening thing to be.

Wishes have wants too,
And what you wish
May well want you.