He couldn’t handle messy fruit

He wouldn’t handle messy fruit.
One pen, two pens, three arranged,
He’d swim to keep fear in pursuit

And only swam familiar routes.
Nibs lined up across the edge,
He wouldn’t handle messy fruit

Used fork and knife to comminute.
One pen, two pens, three arranged,
He’d swim to keep fear in pursuit

The water was his parachute.
Nibs lined up across the edge,
He wouldn’t handle messy fruit

Nightmares full of spitting grapefruit.
One pen, two pens, three arranged,
He’d swim to keep fear in pursuit

and home now, helpless, caught by fear,
as black ink soils white carpet.
He couldn’t handle messy fruit
He swam to keep fear in pursuit.

© DM Bee 2004

Cankles

Well I’ll be stumped if I knew that
The trees in the woods could be hidden from view
By the sight of your legs you’re a giant
Your cankles they cover up all of my light
Those cankles they drown out all of my light

And who said my tree could be shaken
And what little leaf has been stumbled upon
by those boots tied around such thick ankles
and no little stars can we see in the sky
and all of the stars are now hiding their light
and the moon’s gone inside he was told he’s too bright
for you want to hide in your woods late at night
rubbing those cankles
that drown out your light

And now you’ve got chains round your ankles
and of all the stars you can see in the sky
you’ll still look to the darkness and not see their light
the moon’s in your hand and your clasping him tight
rubbing those cankles
in the dark moonless night
you have drowned out your light.

© DM Bee 2017

Go Peacefully

Go Peacefully
Go peacefully into that night
don't let the shadows hide you
turn your face toward the moonlight

Your day is over,
this day is over, this day is over

He kneels beside me
I touch his sleeve
See the pot of honey coloured liquid he is stirring
then his eyes close, his day is over
his day is over
The night begins for us

So we run, run, run run, run run run
So we run run run run run run run
We run in numbers
We are hunters, too
While you are sleeping,
we watch you

So for us desert foxes
the night must end
the eagle owl is watching as we tiptoe over cold sand
out night is over, our night is over, our night is over

And her eyes blink slowly
she's palest white
locked inside she doesn't feel the pain that's on the outside
our side
her day is over, her night is over, her time is over

© DM Bee 2015