Copper-coated copter flies with intention.
He knows just where he is headed,
no energy-bleeding, hope-wasting hither and thither.
His aim is there—
that slit of space formed by the incomplete union of two elderly deck planks.
The tiny-waisted tiny being glides inside.
Blackness welcomes him home.
Safe, safe, safe.
Rest! rest! rest!
(I know I am Nobody’s poet—And still!)
God, I want to be that wasp.

Let me be your specimen
Keep me in a jar upon the shelf
***** me, poke me, **** me

Watch me through your microscope
I may twitch and squirm at first
I will twitch and squirm at first
But soon enough,
I will spread my wings

Your warm, glowing lamps will give me what I need
And I will grow
And I will grow
Into your prized possession

Ticking off the time
while the ticks and the flies
creep and crawl across my face,
burrow into my eyes.
And I think my swarming friends
               are feeling hungry tonight.
So I guess it's only etiquette
for me to oblige.

When the fiddler's tune
starts to slow down and waver,
I cling tightly to youth.
But I ain't getting no braver.
And the steps to this dance
still feel foreign to me,
even if I know the words like a fish does
               the stream.

Now this empty dance hall
is quickly filling up
               with ghosts wearing tap shoes;
guess this jig is up. My cup runneth over
with tired clichés. And I'm knee deep in *******
               but I ain't afraid.
          Not afraid to be alone
          not afraid to be alive.
          Never been scared to die
             or to ignore signs.

But I must be

scared of something...

Sunlight so bright
think I'm halfway blind.
Squinting through the days and
sacrificing all sight.
I'm still hanging with the bugs
               while they scratch and they buzz
before I finally pinpoint just
what I have become.

Lay it down, black it out
while water sinks into ground.
Break it up, break me out
and we'll drive into town,
alright?

I've always had those moments
when I seem braindead
but really I'm just overthinking
a passed or impending situation

Making two-star dramas and slasher films
I'm the silent victim
that should've saw it coming
in my soothsayer premonitions

Wish I could drop a bag of bones
and let them come up with
the mood I should be in

These small woodland animal spirits
prancing around my world
tell me what's life's deal
and sometimes make me fearful
when I'm in a badly lit room alone


It's not the dark that gnashes
but that which most wants the light


As if, life is about burning your hands
on many light bulbs, 'till some source
slurps up your essence and you're stuck
finding the portal to the next level
fighting and collecting dragons on the way
fighting and collecting dragons on the way

I held her hand as we walked through the new born night.  She had just moved here a few weeks ago.  I fell for her the moment she walked into the class room.  As we walked I noticed that a swarm of fire flies begin to spiral around her.  They then illuminated her face as it begin to change with the glow.  She then spoke in two voices at once.  " I am sorry Jonathon. I am not who you think I am.  We are here to stop them!  They want to destroy you all.  And we are not going to let them. We knew that your leaders would not side with any of us.  So we recruited outside of your race.  Your insect world is by far more vast than your own.  They are leading the effort to also protect their own Planet against a secret enemy that has long been here. I am so sorry but I must go soon. "  She then faded into the blackness of the forest by the lake.  I could still see her as the fireflies followed in glow.