no diggity

I like the way you work it , slip it
accross ice streets
over the wind blows
snow drift walls stay put once their here
for months , no doubt
wool socks and down walks
essential parts of the cold wet frozen north

robins at the river

the ice is cracked and rotten
and the worms are hidden and forgotten
and the geese are over there in the mist

the robins are on the bush with one berry between
the twenty

dar must calamari werden

tentacles grabbing the spectacles
off the captains decorated hat
that is why the rock struck such
a big hole in the hull
and down to the shallow bottom she went

since the latest

everyone is irish
eating potato goulash from chipped porcupine dishes
and watching for the warm weather to come down the line
and the frozen lawns to turn to green clover

NEW YEAR

the not so new year is hearing
me shout out the name
Happy New YEars again
lets blame the last one on the misfortunes implemented on
all of us and the bust that was eleven is going to
be the unleavened bread that is stuck in
a sand bath to bake under the sun of twelve swans a swimming
and an ermine running around a white mouse frowning and an owl
sounding the depths of the hole