Wednesday, November 9, 2011

chair time

adirondack
american gothic by the lake
barefoot in the grass
naked upper arms

let it be
read like a book
alone under that tree

frog mother croaking, embarrassed

just wanted to have fun
the frog mother had wailed
through the dive bombing hummingbirds
to the birthday boy

oh, fun
he melted
through the ether
that's what you wanted

and she'd come, the frog mother
chair in the woods
what was she doing here
toad in the hole


now they know how many holes it takes to fill the albert hall

why
wondered the frog mother
was he so bitter about evolution
somehow it affected his tennis game
sunrise, sunset

what's your sign, dear
cancer
and the star we saw last night
oh, and you come with satellites
losing orbit fast
headed my direction

don't you feel weird
no, it's only me

am i my brother's keeper