Human no. 2 by Corey Lockabylone, as a chameleon
sits silently
blue bath-rug
hair in bits
crouches on all fours like a
reformed little bullfrog
sun shines a screaming jamaica pattern through his ringlets
onto his cry-sweating forehead
he looks into it gleefully
almost able to hear his eye-bones sizzle
he grins even wider
(until)
a single drop of soapy water
rolls tentatively across his moist crown
circles into the corner of his eye
it washes any sleep from his mind
he looks away from the light and grimaces
(broken home) 03/27/2008 Author's Note: [2 of 15]
Posted on 03/27/2008 Copyright © 2024 Corey Lockaby
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