if a song’s a bird
is giraffe a tall leopard?
or is it absurd.
Archives for November 2018
green grass of gnome
the long green grass bends
to drink from the brown wet earth.
lawnmower whirring.
leaves it
the twigs of my arm
exfoliated and cold.
boney and creaking.
sum err removed
the days getting short
like an old man’s end of life.
summer’s nemesis.
to the bone
unforgiving cold
stretched upon a bleak white land.
a wet skeleton.
tit for tat
moving things around.
that’s all humanity does.
from this pile to that.