a great grey worrybird
chirping in my ear
the key to a sugar maple high’s
downward spiral
or white lightning bugs
going on on on off
these are the winged agents
of an implacable cosmos
the scarlet manager
on vacation in the tropics
chickenhawkers online
flipping whispers
engorged hornbills blowing
for a credulous newscanter
shock-jawed death heads
emptying their payloads
till no unfallen
angels remain
and it’s back to the fire
and brimstone age
don’t look
you pillars of assault
Dave, I follow you and Luisa. She’s my teacher. Anyway, I love this playful and surprising poem!
Thank you! Good to know.
(and sorry it took me so long to respond! ack)