Forests of Overconfidence

opal octopus plays in the forest
kelp shadows deep fit her like a glove
as otters dive down to prowl and to prey
she's courage and confidence, no fear of above
a life of learning exploration and play
to mate and be finished by love




a tug at the rope gives a choke and a wheeze
in white clouds of dust as we fall to our knees
in this brash land of violence and new possibilities
the highest aspiration appears to be psychopathy



As long as our loves require
our heart and soul will thrum
yet when we expire
our loves will all be done
so why should we pursue them so?
and nurture them to grow?
like a dung beetle it's what we do
for this is all we know



violins in bowling alleys standing up like pins
sussurations fill the hall as the bowlers stand
in one row they throw their skulls
and down the lanes they roll
and every revolution they just begin again



crimson-bloody and palled by low mist
ethereal colors appearing, life's gifts
dawn emerges from the comfort of night
darkness recedes before the day's light
the sun creeps above and burns off the fog
a new day of traffic and loud barking dogs