Dragon's Eyes

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Poem written at Tumblewords Project, the Saturday afternoon writing workshop,
on October 25, 2008
by Chevalterre Nabil

"The Dragon's Eyes"

A million colored petals
surrounding black, venemous pollen

They are a yellow,
entangling grey,
with green and blue frosting.

All inside the white spherish orb -
restrained within the socket
and crimson vessels.

Protected by freckled eyelids
and long, black curls.

The dragon, in disguise...
cruisin' the floor
with his promiscuous ways -

The hips sway,
side to side.

Abs curling
in and out.

Tight torso
inside black spandax -

Under the denim pair,
it matters not.

His suitors encircle,
more than entertained!

They're pretending to be with him
in a safer, more secluded place.

I've been watching him.

To him,
my existance matters no more

than the blink

of his eyes.

Calavera 2008

"Dying to Feel Better"
-- C. N. Nov. 1, 2008

God! I wanna die.

Cut off my nose, despite my face
And stuff carnations
to not smell the garbage burning.

My eyes popped out,
replaced by Amethysts
They make me more observant, beyong the periferal.

The noodle in my skull, keeps growing vines
with morning glories, miguelitos, and grapes.
People like to pick at my brain.

Implant two more pairs of arms
so I can finish all I need to do
without calling for help.

Amputate my feet
as to make them stop aching.
I'll keep them safe in a sandbox.
Letting droplets of sea tickle my toes.

Send me to heaven
with a good pair of Eagle wings.
They'll alleviate the muscle spasms.
And I'll fly to Europe.

Finally, make me skinny...
I'm not fat nor ugly, liking how I look.
But I feel pretty heavy.

Being alive is killing me
How soon will I die again?

I have to schedule a party with some friends.
They're tired and stressed.
With their heads chopped off, they'll gripe less.
Pull out our lungs, we'll smoke forever.
While you're at it, slash our guts out.
We'll feast and drink to our ends' desires!