Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Nightee Night Night




A boy, stripy pyjamas astray in the woods,
is walking, bare feet in the leaf litter,
beneath woozy woozy woozy drunken trees.

There may be stars beyond those branches,
but teeth and tongues flickering in the leaves,
trees' lingering fingers slithering around him.

Skitterings scramblings, cluttering his ears,
wrigglings worming his skin;
darknesses flashing his eye-bulbs;

beneath those million dripping fruits licked leaves,
his foot flattens on something gelatinous  ̶
he is then all of  him altogether shreik-shaped.

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