|Listen to the EP below|
under the cover of darkness.
Someone needs advice on wearing animal prints.
That can wait till the morning.
In the morning they’ll discover which pool they’ve been drinking from,
Whose ear’s been ‘accidentally’ mistaken for tucker,
And where they finally nestled.
It all begins with the poetry of the foot.
The moth launches its assault on the butterfly.
The cat brushes against the legs of the elephant,
While the panda yells out bamboo.
I sip at my nectar and monitor their movements.
I feel the closest I’ve ever felt to being alive.
:: Instinct - KC
He comes under my skin
a word after a word after a word
bridging the gaps of time and space
existing between us.
I wave to him
to come on,
which he does cautiously,
stopping every few meters
to look me over -
we construe reality
with the words we're given.
When you get up courage to approach
you'll be able to read me deeper.
- TB is usually found Under the Toadstool, but don't you love seeing him here? Maybe we should start a hashtag: #stayTB.