Junebug

I lay on the ground watching beetles scuttle past,
While winds tickle the underbellies of leaves to dance,
And a cloudless sky appears so vast.

I find my mind distracted in a trance,
Of shimmering sequins, soft silks and satin,
With hopes to find cloth with qualities which enhance.

Self conscious girlies who wish to flatten,
Burly bellies with pleated layers or frumpy ruffles,

On dresses bought and imported from Manhattan.

Hot damn those tricky chocolate truffles.
Who lured me to distort my girlish shape,
Now I remain here while my guy friend shuffles.

Oh my, oh dear, fleeting time attempts to escape,
While fittings, hair appointments and makeovers take place,
Perhaps I could just hide this gut with some tape?

My final choice is a golden green gown lined with lace,
But to match the shoes and jewelry costs me double,
Twenty thousand worth for one night to embrace.

That blue back beetle bursts my bubble,
I forgot that I chose not to attend prom.
Nope, I'm just sans constricting trouble.

Decidedly yours,
~Chiko!

Chasing Cars

Cars race past along the street.
Tall buildings linger over me.
Street lamps light my walking feet.
My shadow is my company.

Tall buildings linger over me,
When barren allies remain dark.
My shadow is my company,
This night is cold and stark.

When barren allies remain dark,
The wind rustles through the trees.
This night is cold and stark,
In a city devoid of life to see.

The wind rustles through the trees,
As shadows devour the light.
In a city devoid of life to see,
Might a person fall from great height.

As shadows devour the light,
Cars race past along the street.
Might a person fall from great height,
Street lamps light my walking feet.

Casually yours,
~Chiko?

Spring is Weathered Christmas Lights

Spring is Christmas lights stapled to a Cullen drive house mid April. The yellow red green, yellow red green, yellow red green pattern wired to the eves tracing the outline of the brown roof. Their colorful pods are shaped similar to the budding newborns of revived forests lurking outside your window. The height of laziness during this season is not forsaken by growing plants, unlike the unseen occupants of 68 Cullen drive. Like an early blooming flower, the Christmas light embellished house stands out from among the street of properly seasoned homes. Without a sign of summer or fall to weather the lights, they stand strong in the changing seasons.

Cheerfully yours,
~Chiko.

Ode to the Fear I Fear

Leave me be!
The terror that quakes inside my bones.
Sending shivers down my spine.
Let me go!
The deadly grasp around my throat.
Causing difficulty to breathe.
Leave me be!
The thoughts that shake and stir.
Do not seek me from the shadows.
Let me go!
The hold upon my free will.
Let me speak this justice.
Leave me be!
The possibilities that brew within my mind.
Those things that can never happen.
Let me go!
The hesitation in my motions.
There not be a lacking courage.

Be gone henceforth into the night!
I shall not allow such an awful fright!

~Chiko.