and all these crows
and ravens still
clatter/clammer
at my mettle/mantle
Since the bench
is iced with snow
I’ll stand instead
with pen under gazebo
another classic album to digest
but there is the heart of
a Maryland grackle
that conquers all
I am of the worms
and with the angels
Lions and lizards
surround us
in the safety of
our sanctuary
Sentinels
guard our six
and everything
everywhere
is a miracle
or at least
biding time
and holding the line
in anticipation of the next
I dive into
the medicinal garden
and surrender my consciousness
at caduceus’ doorstep
to rest and dwell
in a warm soft glow
numbed enlightenment
in doses
just high enough
not to completely
dissimilate
and ask for more comfort
and beg for more grace
and whistle while
the prayers flow gently
Truth be told
I must have grown old
but forgotten to notice
Out in the cold
scribbling poems
from a spirit
that yearns for innocence
Clinging to the fibers
of decency
left twirling
in this late hour
of our winter wargames
But lord have mercy
it’s all just numbers
in the sick schemes
of hyenas
who bit off more
than their
whimpering bark
could cash
in the crash
backed only
by funny
money
