March Madness
beware the Ides of March
the soothsayer said
as a roman swiftly cut off another man`s head
tis a dark mood indeed as the sun bleeds into moon
the howling of sirens complexities
grow louder as they swoon
for it is this march madness that is upon us
and has gripped us in a vice
shattered images of christmas
so soft and surreal
come hither these ides of march
and like an onion
come peel-
draw back your gums and challenge me with your great teeth
that I might rise up and strike these ides with a blow
never to haunt again
march 15th ergo.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2009
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