Midnight strikes, so be it
I must have missed the sign,
I didn't see it
Laying down to rest while
Conversing with the crocodile
And pack my bags to stay awhile
Crooked with an awkward smile
My only thought to free it
I asked if this could be it,
And it said with croco-style,
"But never should one ask that question,
Expect just my interpretation,
The answer, friend, the satiation
Lies quietly within."

posted by panda6 at 12:08:00 AM

Bulb alight, to show the way
At night, be it friend or
Treacherous fright
Timidly fight it, carefully hide it
Enter or present her
Right into the sight
Yet bark before they bite

posted by panda6 at 9:12:00 PM

Something more than a sleepy vision
A deep incision, painful flowing
Small but growing, grasping tighly
Red, unsightly, calmness rising
Sympathizing, screaming gently
Wrapped and sent me, fluttered whistle
Gracious missle, once arriving
Tied and thriving, smiling faces
Worried paces, rising falling
Voices calling, hopeful glimmer
Labored shimmer, waking slowly
Thankful, wholly, wheeled away
To end a day
So many whom have seen

posted by panda6 at 10:29:00 PM

Once there was a boy, quiet
He found something small
And it grew

Carefully cultivated, energy poured
Echoed back to him, harder
Farther away

When he lost sight, he ran
Toward the blur, but its path had changed
And there it stood

But he, now, was lost
Led to a place uncertain
Not quite alone

Tired and confused, he found something else
He found his energy was gone
There was none left to give

And thus withered and died
All he strived for, the running had killed him
One last breath

His treasure took even that
To sustain itself, pity be to all
Who find that they are it

posted by panda6 at 11:40:00 PM

I can wander all day
Fuck it
All night
But when the road goes in a circle
Trust me
It sucks
Because I've seen it happen
Been there
Who's next?
Did I miss something?
What does everyone know?
That I avoided, or never bothered
Not a ghost town
Almost
So close
Because ghosts, at least
Had a life
Once upon
A merry time
And I'm not so sure
That there ever was much to say
About this place
So I'll just wave
To you
And them all
As I ponder
Continue to wander
Squander and squander
Whatever I'm leaving.

posted by panda6 at 9:06:00 PM

Do you have a secret, burning in there,
Somewhere,
Eating away all the thoughts of the day?
Still nothing to say?

Can you try and look harder and deeper?
Your fever
Has probably got such a secret to blame.
Feel the same?

Maybe you're clean and it's me with the secret.
I'll keep it
And then when I ask you can tell me the same.
That's the game.

posted by panda6 at 2:45:00 PM

Your choker choked me,
provoked my inner light
And made the night
Such a sight
For thus took flight
The subtle fright
Took something right
And sailed away.

The sunlight bound me
So profoundly took my fear
And waited near
So I hear
For thus appeared
The lonely tear
And left me here
But walked away.

A glance mistook me
When it shook me inside out
And lept about
For never pout
A small amount
Can be the grout
To fill me out
But not today.

posted by panda6 at 4:12:00 PM

Curl up in a ball.
Walk, run, jump, crawl.

Lay around and sleep.
Situate between my feet.

Run away and hide.
Wait a while to sneak outside.

Play a game with me.
You're the kitty cat for me.

posted by panda6 at 11:00:00 AM

Come toil in quiet contemp
Paperclip disarray, workspace unkempt.
Authorative voice from the aisle,
I bury my head in an envelope pile.

We're looking for someone like you
To do all the things that we don't want to do
Fluorescently lit is the key
You'll fit in so well if you'll try it and see.

And you can have all that you want
As long as your dream is to work as our grunt.
You'll rake in the dollars and cents
(But upwards of half goes right back to the mint)

So fax us your resume soon,
And you can be hired by this afternoon.
With you we'll all go so far,
But we really don't care who you are.

posted by panda6 at 2:23:00 PM