FATIGUE
On this mildly defrosting day
with February on the cusp
a little while away
cold water sparkles like teardrops
in the yard.
I reached my wain quite early
at the age of sixty two.
Alligator skin
...irrelevant sin
and bloodless days of cold
for this old bard...
STREAMING BETHOVEN'S NINETH
Europe
having come to a relaxed
and beautiful complacency
without grandeur's delusions
fell victim
to a little blood and fire
and the wooden men so soaked
by oil
and drying patience
were the perfect tinder
for the fire again
which leads to cold
and the big machines
of war.
2
A little Russian dictator
...a mouse with eyes of steel!,
ran corner to corner
to count his exits
and hid behind
this crumbling computer contraption
his wintry eyes glazed and glowing
in messianic vision
where the flesh of gods is chewed
and sent out
as something a little worse
than spittle
3
...and should bumbling ogres come along
a prostitute in tow
and shiver for a small room
that destiny might afford.
Oh what a bawdy winter song
for the coming of the Lord.
