amphibians...

it's gotta be close to sleepy time for these dudes.
time to slip under some muddy swamp sediment action,
and crash out for a season, right?
yeah.
nobody must've told this guy,
'cause he's totally just hangin' out,
enjoying the amazingness of autumn.
he was a little slow, though.
not 'tarded, just sluggish,
and i got pretty close without him ever moving.

his eye looks metal.
that's how you know it's fresh.
any animal with a djembe drum for an ear gets  it in, yo.
you can prob'ly catch a lot more flies with a hundred-foot sticky tongue,
than honey, vinegar, dead animals, and poop combined.
i sorta like how loogies, dog vomit, and swamp slime all look related.
like cousins who only see each other at weddings and funerals.
phlegmy, biley, oozy, & totally butt-nasty.
i rearranged the bonfire burnables yesterday,
i was the only ninja in my woodpile, so to speak.
this guy was hangin' out underneath:
 
ya'll ever see one of these salamanders go completely apesh!t bananas?
they spaz out all crazy, and shimmy-shimmy-ya until they're freefallin',
out of your hand and onto the ground.
what i'm explainin' here is,
there were 2 of 'em,
but one went full-blown berserker,
and base-jumped into some leaves from about chest height.
and then disappeared, like keyser soze.
gangster, son.
i'm sayin'.


'mums the word, my ninjas;
but only in the sense that they pom-poms, b!tch!!
compositions of color and texture,
temperature and weather,
when it comes to Folk Life warrior poetry,
really real ones are always all about it.
never quiet, never soft...