Mother Ant-Rake

integrate the love with hate
touch a knob to avoid the spark
tonight we attend a crowded ark
around the floor they formicate
their tricks and torments leave no more marks
on this insulated iron heart
there is no more reason left to mate
we leave the dance a little less dark




facedown asphalt sleeper crass
Masc'ed up in his beardy mask
this shabby drunk eschewed a flask
drank whatever came cross his lap
a spin cycle whirlpool down the trash
would've suited this scummy ass!




five and two and three makes ten
who takes care of your heart when it's broken?
if they cannot themselves their own hearts mend
then stay the heck away from them!




buy seedy apples large in size
use the knowledge inside your mind
extract and refine the cyanide
then you'd simply aerosolize!




Why introduce anything
that would spoil the game
better keep 'em guessing
like fuel to poetry's flame
why say anything at all?
a writer spends the following winter
writing about the previous fall



side effects of interstitial ladders
climbing up all the walls pitter patter
perspective multifacet attention shatters
resolve to focus on what matters
poetry music and radio chatter
to mitigate the burgeoning Holocene disaster
or at least to get it over with faster



trapped in a doldrum of birdsong
wind whispers echoes of thought
canyon memory, rockfalls gentle and far-off
murmuring rhythm begins again, insist
pulls us into singalong, we cannot resist
offbeat uptick hit it on the nail
evenings keep on misting past
we hike along this trail



grey children need things to enjoy too
just darkness it may seem to you
but creepy crawlies, precious things lost
ghosts and relics, solemn thoughts
are as important if not more
than heroes, gold or unicorns
so please do inform the smalls
that Sister Death comes for us all