Don Kingfisher Campbell – Two poems

Picture7Animal Nature

Out of my mouth an unshelled snail loves to travel
over hills and valleys into holes. He has
a favorite he slides over again and again.
He transmits to me his reverie
in the warm silkiness of the land,
especially as it becomes wet on his trail.
He merrily spreads the Sam Kinison alphabet there.
He doesn’t stop until an earthquake
(then again, this is California,
several tremors a week, must be the weather!)
Each time, after fulfilling minutes,
he lets me unzip and my mud puppy takes over.
This salamander relative lives to investigate
openings in bushes, burrowing inside
for a second and quickly out and
back in again. He is so tingled
by feeling the difference between light and dark,
he explores until he vomits in ecstasy. He calls it
his exercise plan to create more earth; a
mingling of McDonald’s fed rivers; the natural way
to feel alive between wakefulness and sleep,
between human touch and breath crash.



kiss on bed
under watery moonlight

lizard released
frantically burrows

digits press down
licking like reptiles

tails shift, fingers
touch wedding rings

orgasms come
in fleshy darkness

waves breathe, outside
windows lull us

willingly in cage
six years, another day

happily beneath communal rock
talking tongues

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