Labs have envisioned
I’m not quite a random act
A symbol of sympathy
I’m a golden act of courage
And don’t race me a while
For the band-aids and bloodsuckers
Have strangled me again
No release for the vein, man,
So slap the twitch up
Loosening that grip
With a flag for the lost mission
As it’s winding down
Mirth and a jolly laugh
Round the bush and a damn big tree
Giving me a tickle
As release in elevation
So I sank.
Into a river my thoughts began
Rolling about rounded rocks
Like thunder crashing in the hills
I saw them swim away
Then my eyes began to drift
To the edge in shallow water
Reeds of various lengths abound
Floating happily amidst the mirth
Bubbles emerged from deep within
Darkness shadowed far regions
And to my mind, tranquility
A smile to my lips did return.
Snake is curling round and round
And I keep wondering how you sound,
Silent, slither, snake your mind
Nether regions of my spine.
But not here, master, it is not safe.
Your warmth is tingling but cannot stay.
My eyes they roll, they say I prey;
Today I run and snake away.
You are my habit, you are my warmth,
You are the curling round and round.
Little thing that wiles and worms,
I wish more moments just to play.