And Spring's Only Begun

by Curt Allday

Too many eyes, too many mouths,
we can have none of that.
we can not have any
imagination or folly
on this chilly sunday
in the midst of a hellish spring

its grapes wrapped in frost
the flickering tongue wrapped around
the plum, delicate sheath

of trees limp and leaning
as their roots have dried up and
soot covers their driveways

an ashy volcanic collection of snow

in the house



Posted on 04/24/2007
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/24/07 at 03:18 AM

Well, at least sweaters are on sale, right? Heh. Sorry, bad joke. Nice work, man. Some pretty brutal imagery to be found here.

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