Jubilance in the Weary Winter
Glorious to see, this and that of thee
Who bore an abode that bade thee serendipitous surrender
Bleating buoyant blasphemy
At this gaudy fawn’s abstaining disdain
Jubilant joy, jested in a jester-like display,
Laughed here, hence it laughed!
Bellowing above its blistering breath, blooms of
booming, belting, boisterous blunder from its capacious chest bare of hair
And of which it wore, it bore a semblance, a raw resemblance,
To the evergreen presence it exuded into th’air.
Ye who had now scorched thee with the exuberant heat
Of its tendered eye.
This warmth not of the East, may tender,
Hence solder on,
A spring-time in the haggard winter o’thy life.
Open arms of ye open heart
Sincerely seized thy deducing induced despair
Reticently reproached, for I shall approach to encroach
In ye haze of heat, acclimated in and of
an easy state, free as its genial face.
Laugh’d here, hence it shall laugh hereafter,
Cherry cheek’d and cloaked by the soak of an enriched steam
Descending dereliction, for its sight but grew in animosity, indeed.
this broadened girth hath beckon thee
with a-faced geniality, aghast with a grassy grin of glee
So taketh thee, foresaketh thee
Disassimilate every systematic present, past participle.
Vice of visceral invulnerability,
before mine own frost’d eyes.
There shall be,
None graver than of what gravy may spill,
From the spoils of mine loins,
Whence ye shall finish, with thee.
30//4//2026
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