Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

Don’t Wake the Sleeping Giant

Don’t remember much,

From those years.

In the house,

But not a home.

Walking on eggshells,

So as not to wake

The sleeping giant.

Saying the wrong thing

Could instill rage

Overflowing like lava

From a volcano.

But it wasn’t my fault.

I wasn’t taught

How to avoid conflict,

And, really,

I shouldn’t have to.

I just wanted

Something to eat, or,

Someone to talk to.

Was that too much to ask?

Frozen Camels

Frozen camels stampeding across my living room.

But if they’re frozen, how can they stampede?

Not to mention, how did they get into the house?

And how did so many of them get to one place in America?

Sorry, the United States. There are two Americas, North and South.

But, you may ask, are there camels in South America?

Don’t know. Maybe, if they have zoos.

So, I Googled zoos in South America.

There are eleven zoos in Brazil. Huh.

Don’t know if they have camels, but they have zoos, anyway.

So, back to my story…

Flaming camels stampeding across my living room…

Better? But camels carry water. Maybe the water was boiling?

Screaming camels stampeding across my living room…

Can camels scream? Sure, why not? Of course.