22 May 2006


              House Lizard

              He thinks the wall is his,
              and the ceiling too,
              the little monster,
              his eyes beady black,
              his fat body growing fatter
              as the months go by.
              Night after night he feeds
              like a glutton on the
              helpless bugs
              that, drawn by the table
              lamplight, unsuspectingly
              fly in through the window.
              He shits on the sill,
              leaving black pellets of
              digested insect,
              and when I'm not here,
              slithers impudently
              into my mug as if it’s
              his goddamned sofa.
              When I'm in the room,
              he prudently sticks
              to the ceiling,
              beyond my easy reach,
              going tsk tsk tsk in his
              patronising voice.
              I swear he's laughing.
              He’d better watch it,
              or one of these days
              I'll shoot him down
              with a thick rubber band.
              Bang. Thwack his fat little
              head good and proper.
              He'll fall to the floor
              with brains puddling
              around his head,
              tail leaping off
              his corpse giggling
              like a muscle
              in the throes of
              death.

posted by Gilbert at Monday, May 22, 2006

6 Comments:

Blogger dsnake1 said...

woah! you were pissed-off by the little fellow! :)

May 22, 2006  
Blogger Alson Teo said...

Whack it with newspaper!

May 23, 2006  
Blogger MB said...

Ah, relationships!! ;-)

May 23, 2006  
Blogger mrdes said...

a very mischievous piece and full of vivid imaginations - especially that part about death.

May 23, 2006  
Blogger dreamer idiot said...

Gilbert, you have a delightful gift of turning ordinary, daily, mundane things and experiences into something poetic. I really enjoy the colloquial honesty and directness of the voice in this poem.

May 24, 2006  
Blogger spyder said...

Hi Gilbert,
Hahahaha - poor cicak! I like this one! What can I say ... you have such a gift with words - I am 'envious' :).
spyder

May 24, 2006  

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