Herman Illwane
liked Gilbert Deathscuse,
for being last laughed
into his refuge
of cedar closets
with vinyl doors,
and plaster flakes
he just adored.

The evenings came
the summer went
a skipping off
the path again.
For is this mind
and that girl I chat,
something I should
be laughing at,
or is it merely
something more,
a season we just
cannot ignore?

Whatever muse
the winter brought
will surely rot
in a snowcave vault,
or cavern creek
or frozen damn,
just keep my wife
in the summer's tan.

Just keep my wife
in the summer's tan.

12/19/2013