the frog part is the worst--

you sit on the far end of the couch
& i could reach you easily–
just have to swim through the
wild humpback whale’s

W I D E
——–g a p I n g
—————-teeth, put on

my armor & slay half a dozen dragons,
hand their heads, (still bleeding– thats important)
to a druid who cooks a kettle full of magic soup,
and gives it to the fairies,
wrapped in pollen– YellowPure® –
(thats the only brand they will accept),

tongue-kiss three slippery frogs,
brush a quivering quaver note with their saliva &
beam it to the old, wise woman, whose home
is deep in the HappilyEverAfter forest,
(& hardly no one knows exactly
where this is–)

i shout aloud: “Oh– I– Can FIND her–”
but you’re buried
under cup sized headphones
& don’t understand what i am saying–

“got problems with your internet connection..?”
(–a moment back, i was commenting poetry–)

“umh– no– but–”
aaaah— i see–

flashes from the black gnome’s fort
(who works together with the wise, old woman)–
thick, blue dust

—-dif_
———fu_
————–ses

from the ceiling of the living room,
right above your head–
(it smells a bit–
must be the dragon blood–), i ask with sparkling eyes–

“would you rescue me in case
i was held prisoner by a thousand year old
dratted killer-rose with razor thorns,
tearing your flesh when you come close–?”
(that’s an easy question, no–?)

–and glide dramatically to the floor

“well” — you wink,
cross the room, pull me close
and—

–seriously, i had never thought
that it would be so easy–

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it’s my pleasure, tending the dVerse poetics bar today.. and you know…once upon a time, there was a group of crazy, wonderful poets…and…can’t wait to open the doors at 3pm EST..

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