Cayenne red, gecko's eyes
halcyon on the wall.
Cayenne red, gecko's eyes
dead to the world.
Cayenne red, gecko's eyes
clamoring his gut.
Cayenne red, gecko's eyes
can't even bother to hunt.
Cayenne red, gecko's eyes
taking a rest in thirst.
Cayenne red, gecko's eyes
no water bowl around.
Cayenne red, gecko's eyes
flies safely flying around.
And whether for being world wary
or drunk or any safeguarding tactics
the gecko drowns himself,
i wouldn't go far as to call him a freak
as near it though as he is as makes no difference.
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'Clamoring his gut'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.