To those who cling tenaciously
to their own sanity:
How much freedom can the sane have?
How much humanity?
Where's the freedom in not shouting
your truth when/where you can?
In pretending that the uni-
verse has some sort of plan?
Freedom lies in learning to ride
the chaos to the depths,
and learning how one can breathe
denied the air for breaths.
A stone dog guards the temple gate
with dead, but bulging, eyes.
And gargoyles mount a stern defense
from the cathedral spires.
But what's a mounted mask to do
to keep evil at bay?
And what's the flash of fu dog teeth
to end a vicious fray?
And what would lead me to assume
that evil lies outside,
when your greeter is pure ugliness
with wild and crazy eyes?
I saw a bucktoothed monkey sit
on the ground all alone.
It looked the doofus - its dental-
mental shortfall shone,
but is the size of incisors
a measure of one's smarts?
Has anyone done the study,
gathered data, made the charts?
What if that dentally-outsized
primate is a dreamer-
a mastermind, a supervillain,
or just a first-rate schemer?
What if it just wants us to think
that it's a huge dimwit?
So, it doesn't show its erudition,
or its razor-keen wit.
Instead, it waits for us to be
lulled to a false repose,
so that it can show us we're all
a bunch of biased schmoes.
A Myna bird comes marching in;
it'll soon rule the roost.
It seldom fails to have its way
anyplace it's introduced.
The goggle shapes around its eyes
make its stare more intense,
but compare it to a raven;
you'll see it's pure pretense.
Like kudzu and cockroaches,
they can't help but run amok.
Should they come to your neighborhood -
well, that's just your luck.
His eyes take in the dancing flame
until his mind is flame.
He anticipates its flutter,
its flareups, just the same.
There's nothing in his mind or eye
that is not set ablaze.
He knows not whether it's been like
this for hours, weeks, or days.
Others think it will devour him,
leaving a pile of ash,
taking him from this world at once,
in one big, blinding flash.
I've thought about the ideal horn.
Should it be straight or curved?
Or by a spectacular rack
would one be better served?
Maybe one would be better off
being a unicorn.
With just way too many options,
I confess I am torn.
A huge rack would most certainly
wreak hell upon the spine,
but a unicorn must get foes
to form a single line.
I once saw a wandering oryx;
its horns were a stumper.
They seemed optimized to stabbing
off course para-jumpers.
A mantis landed on the rail,
and it put up its dukes
as one might expect of madmen
or drunken Irish kooks.
Why would one seek out a fair fight
with someone much bigger,
I shook my head and started to
engage in a snigger.
But then it did occur to me
that he couldn't stand elsewise.
So, I tried to gauge his intent,
and looked him in the eyes...
and he stomped me in my nether bits -
much to my surprise.
Along the road to Pangong Tso,
I spied an odd marmot.
'Twas rotund of both gut and jowl,
and had a beefy butt.
It seems Himalaya's boondocks
has quite a junk food glut.
The rodent snacked on a cracker
of the cheesiest kind.
I'd have guessed one could search near-n-far
and no Cheez-it would one find.
Not in this remote borderland
where few maintain a home.
The point is, for a cheesy-cracker
you'll have not far to roam.
Apologies Mister Lizard,
didn't mean to step on you.
But you kind of blend with the rock.
It's not like in the zoo;
where there's a sign and pointing kids
and barriers, to boot.
When one looks just like one's backdrop,
it behooves one to scoot.
Sorry again about your tail.
I'm sure it will grow back.
Call it a teachable moment,
get an orange knapsack!
The millipede was a foot long,
but, some might ask, whose foot?
Its own feet being quite petite
might suggest Lilliput.
But though it wasn't a footlong foot,
it was long for a bug,
a worm, a beetle, a wood mouse,
a spider, or a slug.
A snake that long would be a babe,
or, at least, quite stunted.
So, now I find my amazement
being a bit blunted.