2025.09.12

Oh hermit crab, hermit crab, come out and play,

The beach is sunny and there’s a gathering today,

Everyone’s clacking claws near the surfing waters,

And molting hard shells to reveal soft underbellies.

Oh hermit crab, hermit crab, today is your day,

To emerge a safe shell and be a soft tasty meal,

The gulls have been eyeing to shred you sky high,

Squawking for soft bellies to tantalize a squabble.

Oh hermit crab, hermit crab, what will you choose,

Your tight fitting shell or a soft body you may loose?

But look at the other clackers, each a tasty meal too,

Perhaps if you strip humble, the birds will ignore you.

Oh hermit crab, hermit crab, you know what to do,

Jump in with masses and overwhelm peckish birds,

Making over-eaters feel pincers clawing in stomach,

From eagerly devouring hard shells and molt softies.

Oh hermit crab, hermit crab, how can you deny shedding,

How can you resist ecstasy releasing with so many others,

Of shell sharing liberation from an uncomfortable situation?

And, if sacrificial meal required, choking a dull shrieking bird.

2025.09.11

Oh yes, there is a part of me always wishing I could be someone else outside home,

You know, like when doing everyday activities such as shopping for dinner groceries,

Wishing I wouldn’t be flipping inside, feeling like I’m loosing my mind in everybody else,

Making me rush to grab my fruits and veggies and quickly get the hell out of that crowd.

So where am I myself?

Away from everyone else!

Maybe an oddly individualistic statement,

And I do enjoy people, don’t get me wrong,

But, do I feel like myself with others around?

No! I feel part of them, and do so perform.

I admire those unchanged by another’s nearness, truly,

But for me, I see you, and can’t feel only within myself,

Especially as you display so many flinging inner feelings,

Often disconnected from information you are relaying,

And so, I'm often near overload in most social settings.

Yet, me oh my, there’s so many things I would do without my quirky immersive brain,

Like being relaxed enough to strike up a conversation with a stranger in an elevator,

Or scoot to someone staring at me yearningly and tell them I think they’re attractive,

Or start dancing with those inviting street performers looking for others to play with,

Or wander into a community artistic endeavour and contribute to a cultural flavour,

Or discuss at my workplace in a way that didn't make me sound like a nervous child,

Or rush off to the latest social festival and spend hours bobbing many smiling heads,

Or contribute to a shared cause where I could learn new ways of ethical compassion,

Or bash together brawny brains in a thrilling debate of great intellectual underpinning,

Or even be able to maintain the basic texting communication requirements of friends.

But when always brain popping out in a crowd,

Or consistently nervous when engaging others,

There’s a very long list of things I wish I could be,

And fantastical imaginations of how I’d engage.

But luckily, I can also be rather good personal company…

Writing myself in as a personal savior and dearest friend,

Thou, a close friend can be calm bestie and worst enemy,

So, I often converse myself in dramatically revolving ways.

Which, well, is so often why I stare a bit glazed crazed,

I’m going through us, and not sure what to make of you,

Or me for that matter - how do I get out, back to myself?

So yes, returning to my initial thought;

Groceries can be chore, and after that cashier clink,

I think, 'door, door, door, portal me to another world'

But also, 'damn, why’d I rush the food market again?

My fruit is rotten one side, and I didn’t make a friend''.

2025.09.09

I unconsciously aura farmed during a mental breakdown,

Dancing handless twirl on bicycle fronting a rosy palace,

And suddenly, an unhappy prince popped out to watch!

Oh, the places you’ll go, when your brain is breaking low,

So step out that door for a craze, and watch yourself go.