aurin squire Poems
|2.||Nicaraguan Sonnet: Growling Monkey Questions||11/28/2011|
|3.||Nicaraguan Sonnet: Christ On The Beach||11/28/2011|
|8.||How I Got Here||11/28/2011|
|9.||Venerable Lobsang Chunzom||11/28/2011|
|11.||Vultures And Fishermen||11/28/2011|
|12.||Expiring Extensions: Health Insurance||11/28/2011|
|13.||People On The Road||11/28/2011|
|16.||Election Night 2008||12/3/2011|
|19.||Exit The Player||12/3/2011|
|22.||Hour Of Fire||3/3/2012|
Nicaraguan Sonnet: Growling Monkey Questions
Are the monkeys called howling or growling?
Cant remember but theyre getting closer to the kitchen.
They dont eat people or pets out prowling?
Probably best to keep all trash in sealed bins.
Was that a scorpion in my shower this morning?
Theyre more scared of you than you are of them.
That one behind microwave is giving me warning.
Morning coffee never seemed so dangerous and grim.
I heard there were black bats in this forest.
that have rabies, syphilis, and the clap.
They nick the wallet of American tourist.
Dont smile at that bird, its all a clever...
The ox cart clumps by my tinted window.
Horsemen trot home heaving sacks of flour.
Families of white sheep munch pasture and mow.
Nicaragua notes of few last hours.
A Mom scrubs child in a metal basin
swollen brown rivers gush across our path
Smoldering volcano hypnotized gazing,
belching red hell of Gods´bottomless wrath