Ballad of the Ninja PenguinsOh, ninja penguins stand aloneAlong the icy shore,And dive into the frigid deepTo glide on ocean floor.They dance and spin under the waves(As ninjas ought to do),They eat some fish and search for goldTo store in their canoe.Now ninja penguins ought be warned,For pirate seals are worse.Their large sharp teeth will sadly endThis ninja penguin verse.(*Chomp*)
112. LostDead rose petals curlaround the edge of my hand,lost without their thorns.
A Lover's CaseIt always alarms:that pale cold eyedripping between October leaves,that omniscient scrutinyaloof from mortal anguish.Yet tonight my gazeholds more power,melting its precise linesin a single hot look.Nuit damour, I begNo answers,No proposals or strategies,just compassionin your silent watch.
AnamnesisI will forget him now that he is gone,And let this mem'ry slip between the weeks.I will forget the way his eyes were drawn,Or how he lost ability to speak.The way he twitched in coma's grip one noon,And how his hair fell out in daily clumps -I will forget his shrunken form cocooned,Chained down by respiratory pump.How damned these eyes, that will not let me rest,And damned this freight of thoughts that brings me back.And now with death, I find myself possessedSo mesmerized by this, one broken pact.You left five years ago but never diedAnd breathing free, you laugh behind my eyes.
MartianVisitstheMusicBuildingA song is the result of a soul exploding,tasted through the ears.The violins, a curious species,are bred for the sole purpose of torture.Slowly the executioners saw at themwith pointed sticks that evoke a most terriblerange of screams, before they dieand are buried in black locked boxes.The highest authorityis the rank of Steinway,worn only by a large, hunched animal.Sometimes it is silent, examining the humanswith all 36 of its sharp black eyes;although when consultedit emits a quick soft answer.When it is feeling sociable,it will proceed to engage in longairy conversations, and when it hasbeen displeased, it vents its angerwith a loud, cacophonous roar.Often, though, it sits alone in contemplation,as is the custom on this planet.Flutes are a petrified breed of snake,containing numerous circular incisionsalong its spine: used for coded communication.A melody, indiscriminate in her predatory hunt,eats her way through murky canalsand pa