Waiting in the kitchen
For the thing
That you bringCan't imagine darker fiction
Than the
Frantic stringWhere the dust-collecting
Neverbes
On filthy wingsMust indulge whatever lives
In spite of
EverythingI suspect that you might notice
Tender skin
Stretching thinHere, let's play both host and hostess
To our
Weirdest whimsWatch the windows, we grow
Curious, it
Draws all inHeat and rushing, faces flushing
Drowning out
The din
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoésieThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!