the advanced hatchlings

Poem #25 from: A Lizard Life (final)

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dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

 

dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

pork pie hat
dark black glasses

dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

 

dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

white cuffs black links
trumpet on a tie

dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

 

dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

hi hi
well hi hi hi hi

dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

 

dom dom

b-waaaaaaa

bwa bwa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa-wa

horn to his lips
sweet sweet licks
a-live
this lizard’s a-live
yeh

bwa-bwa-ba

 

dom dom

dom-da-dom-dom-dom

 

bwa bwa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa

 

b-waaaaaaa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa

coo-ool baby
just cool

bwa bwa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa

 

b-waaaaaaa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa

derby hat tuxedo vest
two-toned shoes

bwa bwa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa

 

b-waaaaaaa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa

hey
hey hey hey     hey

bwa bwa bwa

bwa-ba-bwa-ba-bwa

 

b-waaaaaaa bwa

ta tinka tink

ta-tinka-tinka-tinka-tinka

reee-yuuu-reee-yuuu-reee

black key white key
every note tonight key
a-live
this skink’s
yeh a-live

dom dom

bwa-bwa-bwa-da

reee-yuuu-reee-yuuu

ta-tink-a-tink bwa-bwa-bwa

yeh


© Frank Prem 2017

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spoor

Poem #24 from: A Lizard Life

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it could be the silver lines
of a snail
gliding across the contour
of the garden

a trail that can be followed
with the eyes

or the staling mess
of gravy meat
that hasn’t been wholly eaten
by the dog

a scent that kisses soul
through a trembling tongue

it could be the hurried need
to find a mate
that rises in the heat
of Summer

with an itch that can make a Rex
of a timid Saur

it could be a persistent idea
of the warm dark
that turns a skink around
to a different path

with a feeling that holds the power
of a search for home

perhaps it’s just
a kind of slow beating
from the deep down
that is a reptile’s heart

and a prevailing sense
of true belonging
that is enough to keep the lizard
whole


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #25: the advanced hatchlings

water for the little bandit

Poem #23 from: A Lizard Life

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I’m wheeling round the verandah
I see a bandit in a Zorro mask
hiding below my fridge

whoa-ho

I’ll play you little bandit
put a spot of treasure
just a little way out of your reach

what you going to do
I see your nose appearing

what you going to do
I’ve been watching half an hour

what you going to do
just raise your claw
then put it back down

what you going to do
at last
I can almost see your tail

it’s been nearly one hour

you are slow mister bandit
you are taking much too long
with your leg up in the air
then your leg back on the ground

head up
like a sphinx you stand but
stop

freeze for just a moment
and stop
could that have been a sound
and stop

stop

it is such a lot of work you do
for a little drop of juice
such a round-a-bout-a-way
to getting what you want

no
I can’t take this longer

no
I just have to move

no
no
I’ve been watching
way too long so go on go on
go on and get back under
your bandit hiding bar fridge
I’m not watching you anymore

I’m not watching you
I’m not watching you
no I’m not watching you
at all
.
.
.
.
(I see you there)


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #24: spoor

Lizzie Blue steps out (2)

Poem #22 from: A Lizard Life

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Elspeth Indigo
primps up each scale
works the taste of dark stripes
into her shingles

dabs the end of her tongue
in a wild
violent gentian
fade-edged away
into pink
upon purple

then out of the drain
to display on the plinth
a languor that’s laced up
in longing

she shines in the sun
like a mirror-caught light
she shines
as brilliant as diamond


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #23: water for the little bandit

Lizzie Blue steps out (1)

Poem #21 from: A Lizard Life

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Lizzie Blue has primped her stripes
dabbed colour on her tongue

she’s walking out on the concrete curb
under the midday sun

switches her tail
in a r-r-r-roiling roll

blinks her eyes
in a come-along call

Lizzie Blue
has primped all of her stripes
and the colour
is on
her
tongue


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #22: Lizzie Blue steps out (2)

breakfast dance

Poem #20 from: A Lizard Life

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taking my lizard
for a walk on a lead
doffing our hats
to each person we see

into a café
where I hold the door
for my lizard who enters
with a crawl cross the floor

and I’ll have a ‘cino
the lizard
a snail
we’re out to be seen
oh
we’re both wearing Tails

dance between tables
the lizard and I
a tango
a quick step
raw egg and hot pie

then down at the table
breathless
and laughing
and foolish
and high

we waltz through the morning
the lizard and I


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #21: Lizzie Blue steps out (1)

reflection

Poem #19 from: A Lizard Life

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the progress is slow
even for this cautious one

he approaches
stops
bobs his head low

peers forward

wary
looks to each side

behind

weaves forward

opens a wide yawn and

his-s-s-s

fierce and sharp

silence hisses in return

a step forward

nose
to
nose

tongue out

tongue out

a handsome contemplation

move left

move right

admirable stripes

raises his head

raises his head

a sleek tail

slow blink

slow blink

a turn away

the reflection
is gone
merely a tail
merging into distance


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #20: breakfast dance

smiling home

Poem #18 from: A Lizard Life

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the smile of the lizard
is a trick of the light
for the face of a lizard
is stone

as the day hurries past
between shadow and bright
full relief is a lizard
alone

but when night falls hard
and the dark descends
the shape that is lizard
is gone

the lizard himself
both willow and wisp
in a blink of the light
has turned home

the lizard himself
is home


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #19: tba

sleep in the dark of the moon

Poem #17 from: A Lizard Life

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he climbed up
on the star-way stair
up
until he reached the moon

licked both lips
with his broad blue tongue
and he ate her
right out of the sky

in the dark
replete
he curled himself around
tail to nose
he fell into sleep

it was then he saw
that moon
so fair
return
as a sliver
and a shining light
that grew
and grew

until
at the full
he awoke at last

in the deep of the drain
just a strange

so pretty

small dream


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #18: tba

love of the sun

Poem #16 from: A Lizard Life

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the lizard raised
his head from the ground
to reach toward the sky
and the sun

blinked

so sweet
was the warm pouring down
he wished he could take it below

for the den where he lives
at the end of the drain
is cosy but so empty
in darkness

he wished he could hold
the sun within his claw
to carry as his beacon
below

oh sun

he cried

I am in love with your light
I long
to lie down
in your warm

come with me
let me show you my den
let us banish the dark with your light
with you I’ll be charmed
and your warm will be
my balm

come with me
down below
come with me down
below

the sun will not
entertain a lizard’s court
though it is a flattering thing
to be adored

a single beam
for the lizard lover
is all the sun
would give forth

lizard
caught it within a claw
and he took it to his home

now he sleeps
through the night
and he is warm

the skink who loved the sun
sleeps warm


© Frank Prem 2017

A Lizard Life Poem #17: sleep in the dark of the moon