a spring vision

the sun might find us inclined

to speak of the newest leafs

nothing strikes the mind

so much is a timid green finery

soon to close all gaps

and make the lines blind

moves

sticking steps across on the floor

the wood bows and the lights they

light up the shadows with a dance

from heel to toe sweat in tow

a droit a gauche azucar get low

types of words our hips know

cold spring

at the ends of each and every flower

a lament in full quality colour

the temperatures dip and the edges wilt

will they open again having their five minutes

expended and exhausted them and we wait

famous but barely having shown face

on comet on cupid on skunk

Under the shed a peculiar and particular scent wafts

Out and up with the blossoming winds in fits

Watch each nose in turn take a solid grasp

Synapse band gaps flash 

How does the involuntary face twitch

Invigorated at the skunks offense

emminent itches

waiting on a warm sky

when night bugs that bite will fly 

faster and farther

 

Robin Reads

yes in pretense

carrying an arm

full in both arms

the combustables

and structures

stratifiable by temperature

to the big bin

when in actuallity

all that was just

to hear the robin sing

The Robin King

this block talks back

to those bozos

they fret and fraw

from our pine tree

we can tell them

all and what for

oh oppossums

The will be in two

weeks read to go

go where?

The wild.

Two into 

The wild.

Too into

The wild.

they wont go

after a visit too

to the Ritz

two and two

too

no

them two too

will be your new

roommates they will be

there

waiting

two and two

for you

waiting

for you

to return home

with lux

groceries

just the same

as all

us