Autumn maples ~
available
for a limited time.

Autumn maples ~
available
for a limited time.
Rust-skied Saturday ~
flat gainst the tarmac
green pop bottle.
Summer’s end ~
the smell o’ dead grass;
the mower growls.
Hothaze sky ~
black birds hold parade
calling fall…
Decadent summer ~
blissful ants
butterdrowned.
Noche sofocante ~
el placer perverso en
mis solo amigos,
los hormigos, que nadar en
refresco plano canceroso
y que arrastrarse en
helato de dulce de azúcar de diabetes de edad de día.
boring bill thinking he’s fill o’ the till
pushing all his pills into our tongues
thinking he’s younger than the sun
thinking he’s too gun for buns without sesame seeds
callin’ me jeeves when i don’t please
speakin’ he false got null fleas pease
porridge in the pot
not past expiration date jake
Forotten ~
laid pantry-buried
spring russets.
Summer, 6 PM ~
begins to sing,
ol’ Impala.
Sunnevening ~
groggily wake to
wall’s catshade.