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Troubadour Greenfickle

A little grasshopper
Approaching gingerly
On a bench in a park
Inquisitive inspector
Taking notes
And carefully balanced

Cute disconcertingly,
“I bet you’re up to no good”,
One eye on a sandwich
One eye focused on the critter
“I’d join you but I’ve a meeting”
Shift shift

“I’m not just any ol’ grasshopper”
Didn’t think so
“They call me Troubadour Greenfickle”
I continued chewing
“I won’t sing you a song”
A pause, I sipped some beverage
“Perspective is everything isn’t it?”
Should I be worried?
Is it looking at me and talking?
Perhaps just talking,
“Look closer”

I focused on its alien eye,
Looked an exasperated sigh,
What a guy!
“Misgendering lie”
Would you like me to bake you a pie?
“It’s no more alien than your tie”
I bet you’d like to try
“Or your face, please don’t cry”
Are you shy?
“Not quite”

“Look closer”
“That’s right, remember what I said?”
Somewhere in my head
“Yeah, well that’s apt”
“Lemme show you somethin’ real quick”

An otherworldly scream
Was it my throat?
Too brief
World flipped
Exoskeleton and limber
Giant peering at me
Eyes steely stare
Windy breath
Predator wary
“You haven’t felt that one in a long time!”
Frozen still

Switch back,
Face aghast,
Eyes stuck open,
Jaws horror-locked,
“Thought you’d like some perspective”

A crowd had gathered in the park
Concerned yet fascinated
Legs shoot into ground
Asphalt shards and soil flying
Bench splintered
Fascination into terror
Disorientation and dread peak
Beyond threshold pain

Sense of self lost
An observer from within
Is this death or…?
New joints cracking into formation
The new crunch-eating the old

Head leaned back, eyes now alien
“Like I said, they’re not so bad”
A long monstrous wailing scream echoes
Arms shoot forward
Impaling closest of the audience
“Careful with those, they’re all legs now”

Sirens all around
A purring percussion from above
The audience gingerly approaches
Spectators or predators?
Loud bangs and thuds
Non-stop
Breaking through the new edifice
Awareness floating away
My meeting
Whatever will they think…

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Quarter tonic
Sugar with sugar
Sweet tongue
Semolina Lena

Noncognizant strikes
Dodge brother, dodge
Relentless moving
Those dark eyes always worth it

What I would give
To make this right
To step out of character
Or am I in one now?

Tired of this
Fearing its endlessness
The closer I am to one
The farther I am from both

When the notes I hear
Or the words, dear
My world flips
But I’m quarter built

Flipping like it’s
Practice makes perfect
Play the notes, play
As close as I can get

Limits limit
But memories punish
Flabbergasted and expectant
What are you doing? Incredulous

I am flipping and practicing
Playing notes and replaying nostalgia
Giving love like watering the parched
Learning to strike the balance

Leave me be, demons
You turn sustenance into air
After I’ve fed my soul
I shall have my peace