Goose Poop

GEESE looking for pit stop

SEIZE upon the little league outfield which

BEGAT a host of strongly worded parental complaints,

MINER town tough as nails but not for this.

Our Geese Lords

GEESE, fierce seeming, yet in the shadows fiercer. They plan
SEIZE of all. Not from trendy narcissism: utter aggression
BEGAT their plans to take us down. Yearly, the Canada geese grow.
MINERs, gate the mines, our retreat in Age of Geese to come.

New day

SPARK of dawn reveals the
DROSS of dew over the grass. I
CHOKE at the thought that the day will be
SUNNY: death met my friend yesterday.

Sunny Day

SUNNY day invites me to slough off

DROSS of too many hours inside wasted,

SPARK of life and breathing and thinking.

CHOKE off my inertia towards nothingness.

Light beckons

SUNNY day, enough sleep, reasonable tasks,
DROSS of life remote, ghosts and demons at bay.
SPARK, beauty, lift up, joy, flow over, love, this day.
CHOKE will soon enough broken streets, hurt and hurting people, my own defaults.

Harold in Italy

SHEIK, perhaps of Araby, learned, versed, brings out
VIOLA for an air. Thoughts meander:
LEGAL tangles of his village. Trying to lead wisely makes him
ITCHY. Sweet notes may calm. Time for Berlioz, Harold in Italy.