March (New Babylon)

Hear grand Father speak
Unleash la primavera
Modern man confused

See grand Mother work
A metropolis per day
Modern man jealous

February

Rows and rows of trees
Exposed and ashamed: my sins
Awaiting spring's bloom

And boon of cover -
But it is nothing more than
A green frontispiece

December/January

Santa smiles and sips
From vintage coke bottles while
I take mine with rum.

Ho humming, I ask
Siri: Where did last year go?
Bitch tells me: Ask God.

November

Stark raving mad red
Leaves at the end of their rope
Screaming "Give us free!"

To: The Mother Who Killed Herself

What drove you to the corn field

      To huddle yourself in a womb of carbon monoxide, forsaking oxygen's teat?  

How stealthy was the Grim Reaper

      As his scythe leveled shriveled ears of corn on a vacant new moon's night?

Did you see your children in the fog

      While Nausea and Hallucination bashed their phalanges on your windshield?

They were dancing like fireflies in the field
      Around the summer-warmth of your heart as if
            Your shining strength would never set before nine
                  As if their tears were as morning dew on your green arms
                        As if their laughter would echo along your loving hills forever

                                                                                                             



                                                                                                                      May it be,

                               

October

Nightly sherbet skies
Plus my skin frosting equals
Conundrum harvest

September

Rain river rain rain
Arranged wedding Irene/Lee
Spring conceived today