Sweet seventeen and rising Look down, it's holey ground Legions of discarded shells Marching for the sky, then Left, giving trees a new skin Empty replicas of newly winged Angels or maybe drunken aliens With zero time to learn to fly They've got pressing business If you know what I mean Wink wink nudge nudge bug sex And is it anything to sing about? Just listen to the choir of millions As the ladies drop leaves like veils To add to the carpet of husks And corpses and living bodies Leaves coated with the eggs Whose inhabitants will burrow Down deep, preparing to return In the alien invasion of 2038
Monthly Archives: April 2022
Early Spring Observations
precocious blossoms appear gold within violet, reaching or an exuberant chorus of little blue faces a plant with fiery red berries and yellow-orange leaves among its greenery sets the scene ablaze faithful garden gnomes still keep watch looking worn and tired from the winter a tiny orange shrub alone in someone's front lawn defiantly bestows its gift of color a robin fluffs her feathers on a comfortable branch while a lady hawk soars above and cries out wind makes urgent ripples on the surface of the stream amid vibrant green tufts early adopters of spring bare sycamore limbs stark against the ice-blue sky perform a spare pantomime of the verdant dance to come some trees hold on tenaciously to last year's leaves or blossoms now turned dark a reminder of winter’s despair others are evergreen reminding us that while change is nature's rule there are still steadfast things
A Spontaneous Sonnet in Praise of My Dear Spouse’s Superlative Chili
Huzzah, my mouth in ecstasy explodes with flavors both ethereal and bold! My tongue seeks spices here within - there's loads! This chili, friends, is worth its weight in gold! The perfect blend of peppers sweet and hot, the tanginess of red tomato sauce, some sav'ry veggie sausage in the pot - to miss this dish would be...a grievous loss! And here beside, to make the perfect pair is cornbread like a luscious golden cake. It's flaky, mildly sweet, and light as air - a treat a master chef alone could make! And now that I have tasted this fine feast, I could die happy—or well-fed, at least!
Mornin’!
As wakeups go It's pleasant but abrupt It's time for walkies 'cause the sun is up It's time for breakfast, Kibble in my cup! So thump thump thumping On the bed erupts Good mornin', Papa! Yeah, good morning, pup
Shroom
King Rupert the Gnome In his green, woodsy home Was the monarch of everything He would survey And in his largest room Was a stately old shroom That was regal as heck All his people would say So King Rupert the Gnome Sat on his fungal throne Holding court in the forest Each beautiful day Til his seat was recut In the shape of his butt But it looked just as fine In a comfortable way
Weirdo

I'm not a bird But I look like one (Not much) Well close enough To call a chicken "hon" (That's weird) I might be weird But my life is fun 'Cause I'm a Weirdo! I came from space But I'm here to stay (Oh great) They call me "Great" 'Cause I'm not OK (That's clear) I'll clear the roof In my daredevil way 'Cause I'm a Weirdo! I may be weird But I'm no freak You're just jealous Of my handsome beak! I'm never scared Of bombs or heights (No way) I'll always fight For chickens' rights (All day) My purple fur Will match my tights 'Cause I'm a Weirdo! ('Cause he's a Weirdo! Yeah!)