Ninjas (for Manon)
jeF kearns
Watch the ninjas playing
they are underneath my bed
they are throwing chinese stars around
pretending they are black-clad clowns
insinuating they have found
beneath my bed: a heaven
since they can play (not kill all day)
their frolicing unmentioned,
to their demented mentors
who rage: "ninjas can't be loud.
ninjas can't involve themselves in games.
such ninjas must be plowed (such
ninjas need be reprimanded, told
those things are not allowed).
ninjas must be out there killing.
must be silent. must be proud".
hiding underneath my bedframe:
ninjas who have come to lounge.
they are flipping
their mouths dripping with such
supersonic sounds.
never do they stop their smiling
nor do they once sit down.
if discovered by their mentors
mentor mouths would spray
of how "this is not the way ninjas may act.
this certainly is bound: to tarnish
ninjas image. ninjas, you
must stop this now.
any fun that ninjas have
must only produce frowns";
underneath my bedframe,
ninjas mask straps come unwound.
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