My creels and
Infuse me with
to weigh on social shifts,
yesterdays fiery sati.
blep, few fingers
Get chewed nor
Syncope oft arises
from cases where
mulberry bushes, halt
Most sapid ales
Leave lorn ladies
Scare away pedant
All in all,
Zeligs, singularly, survive
Such goings-on as
But button lips
While blowing foam
From their beer,
Also, the price of
pressed increasingly harder,
Until emptied of
rain, of hail, of snow.
In their stead a
single dandelion grew.
like those resulting from thousands of denizens swooping together,
patterned promotions of specific causes, be those centers tin hats,
sanitizers, social distancing, buying plastic spatulas, parkour,
Gives rise to an
angelic-looking strangers are axe-murderers, or dads delinquent with child
theyre just people working hard to invalidate experiences by which
Women motor the
media or direct themselves toward sexual matters without
attitudes on reproduction, housing, inequitable salaries.
further, dont consider applying mores because the more they
The more carnage
they evoke via benevolent friends, colleagues, and neighbors.
experiences behoove us to put principles before pleasures, to protest
someone til they die, to argue against ransacking capitols.
The nature of
compassions ethics, plus certain ways in which systems of social behavior
on individuals, increases social investments when successes from
elements are not relegated to youngsters, but falls on everyones
habiliments. At such times, civilization stabilizes.
The nights we
chimed like broken glass, laughing so hard that
us, posing fingers on lips, arms akimbo, were
sangria-inspired sunshine, of polyglot bloodletting.
You with your
divorce and me with my domestic griefs, could
taverns, hostelries, alehouses, habitually, but
childrens, pets, also various green friends needs.
When moons were
blue, or pink, or red, at least full, as women,
Wed drink to
breathing, ambulating, fleeing transplant surgery,
Likewise, sales on
eggs, toilet tissue, leaf rakes, art, pantyhose.
relocated, uprooted kith and kin, began once more with
A new man; not
just another coast or city, county, state, but clear
Across the realm.
First, you called daily, talks newlywed-colored.
months became years. Your children grew, married,
Mine got educated.
Your grandsons portraits traveled thousands of
I volleyed with photos of potted plants, bonus cats.
Today, my youths
contemplate partnerships within corporate offices.
Yours churn out
babies. Galleries promote your art, pay your debts.
My words become
pages, books, collections; my homes unchanged.