Origami Lion (A tribute to Mayakovsky?)

August Sun,
Crisp yet moist,
Quiet
yet a thousand cicadas
deliberating
agenda for tonight

My revolution, still,
on paper, between the sheets,
crisp yet moist
and pregnant with words
arousing hope

Spin me to deliver me, i say
but my origami lion
embraces my savannah skin
and says "five more minutes"

Do As Directed

The only gun that i have shoots diamonds
and my best friend has a scar instead of a smile,
If i'm only high on anticipation, i guess,
it'll come down to antiseptics in a while

I'm guilty by choice & miserable by company,
I lack the technology to turn on my heels,
Though opposable thumbs made me a sucker for her
Yet sometimes, i wish i knew how she feels

Still its no perversion, no trick of the skin, unlike desire
what i feel isn't ripped or torn at the seams,
'tis merely an effort to do as directed, to learn from,
to follow and distill my dreams.