The monster from down under
I turned inside out
and what did I see?
an unwanted glimpse
at the monster from down under
I thought I had purged
That monster from down under
is gone I claimed
actually, that one never existed
when in actuality
it did . . .
and it stayed
So hideous a sight
it bared its teeth, snarling
the monster from down under
yanked from its lair
by a simple phraseology
For the monster from down under
is never far away
lurking in the crevices
pulling at its chain
waiting to be unleashed
to fight another day
It can’t be slayed
nor played
nor really even weighed
the monster from down under
appears…
a triangle fitting into a square peg one moment
smoke sliding under a door the next . . .
So what do I do
with my monster from down under?
perhaps tickle it . . .
perhaps engage it in conversation . . .
or
perhaps . . . even write a poem
but we can’t tell it goodbye
or ignore it you see
for the monster from down under
is a real part of me
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