Plates Pinguia Saxuma

crows to roost, cats to waul
fat Moon rise and curtain call
rest you weary, give it your all
winter salmon dreams of swimming up falls
so sleep, don't fly or glide or climb
burrow in the earth, swing on vines
just rest your pleasant fuzzy dome
enjoy your Muse's nighttide poems



Pistachios came to New Mexico
nursed and coddled by Eastern man
the crows have been a-gatherin in great murders
raven genocides en La Altiplan'
all up and down the Rio Grande
corvids feast on Laramidian pecans



from pale green buds to velvet white blossoms
raw potential from blazing summer through autumn
unfurls into orchids lapping light in the dry season
when there's not much to do but gorge and make reasons



teeter totter a pendulum
a sword of Damocles, much less humdrum
see a saw or mill your maw
dodge jackrabbit's gougin' paws
nothin's toxic to the dead
so let snakes slither through our skinless head



plunge on in and hesitate
pause consider evaluate
check the fluids and every gauge
some allege they lead lives of easy breaks
some feel they can't afford missteps or mistakes
rapid switch unseparate
why make a choice or mate with Fate?



Monogamous love like dopamine
addiction to that sweet release
near first light they swear their oaths
may each shared glance revive full fealty
and sundown find and bind them both



lush and vibrant sublime spaces
canyonlands and malpais flows like broken cement
memories of Andes' graces
mental residents who don't pay rent
the lift of this Soviet-style tenement
is memories of lives cut short
with a red call button to the loft of lusts spent