Be afraid when something laughs
near a bonfire
before the midnight ritual of
hanging gnomes has been
improperly conducted
Never slight a one-eyed jockey
in the shins
lest the transmission backfires
blinding you from the lovely shapes
dancing on the hood
Utter in whispers the last rumors you heard
about the corn spread
in dusty crop circles
depicting the return of
the despicable seaman
Waiting to take spaghetti noodles away
off the humps of weary camels
trying to pass through
the needle of playful smirking
ice caps.
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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