meadows

Sweet Adelma
Comes from Selma.
Dear Adina
Hails from China.

Then there’s Rudy
Acting fruity.
I'm starting to see a trend. 
Think I'd rather begin again.

No. Never not
Falling backward
On the spot.
The obvious spot.

I pulled a ripcord
To all this discordant
Funky flavored fashion,
Prickly, pimpled passion.

Moldy awkward motives.
I'd hoped you hadn’t noticed
I’ve come around to the idea
There really is no panacea

For all disruption.
But some have gumption
And I’ve got heartburn.
It’s mostly nocturne,

But in light of day
Makes for grey abandon,
Sharp and random,
To mend with stitches.

You thoughtless bitches
And empty vessels,
Like trains on trestles
Just grinding over

My four leaf clover.
One more leaf might put me over.
At least the meadow’s calm and green
Which keeps my heart and conscience clean.


9/27/20