Keep Out

the dilapidated cottage

crouched in the woods

next to a stagnant lake

the perfect place

to incubate spiders and snakes

and all manner of stuff

to creep people out

and keep them at bay

Out of Reach


the clouds slid over the mountain

     flat and fat … their grey bellies heavy with water

what they hoarded

     teasing us with it / dangling it over our heads

out of reach

we shot arrows at them

and guns

a physical manifestation of our frustration

when thunder rumbled … it seemed like they were laughing at us

     those cold, cruel clouds

chuckling at the puny humans

so powerless and weak

and thirsty

so thirsty

Wylde Abandyn 09/21/11