Fermat's Photo Album

pen them illustrate them make them into cards
edit and prepare them to be fit missives for the marms
get em published, then you matter
our poems dry leaves a'scatter
teacup shrapnel and crystal shatters
we're late we're late we're ever so late
but we ain't no looney hatter



in dust devils and peripheral vision low
tumbleweeds pass through them like shadows
not a tear in their thousand tiny eyes
a sneer a leer a rippling shiver as they slip within
boneless limbs crawl through shake you on like a suit
skinwalker plays your body like a flute



silver weeps scintillating in the thin clear air
when every mountain in the West had its own bear
every creek burst with trout from San Diego to St. Clair
now it's garbage and agricultural and radioactive waste
filter every cup, you wouldn't like the taste



Detectives search in every cran and nook
badger all the nans and crooks
by hammer nail and by the book
they do not ponder what they've forsook
they think this task they've undertook
will serve from crèche to mausoleum's rooks
in living requiem for a mom's kind look