The fish know I’m coming
Turtles line the logs
Swans parade in pre-game frenzy
Geese honk from the cheep seats
Muskrat groundskeepers tend the “field”
Bullfrog-voiced announcers “harrumph” the goings on
Dragonfly vendors work the crowd
The fish know I’m coming
The game is on…….
John G .Lawless
©6/11/2017
Categories:
groundskeepers, fish, fishing, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Will no one or nothing
Relieve us of these pseudomen, these shadows
Who suck away prosperity
As leaves draw sunlight,
Leaving all the rest of us
Ashiver in the shade of their ill-gotten millions?
They roam their aerumnous way among us,
The tendrils of their green
Winding chaotically around everything
Until finally they strangle off themselves.
Then it's a cry to the overworked groundskeepers,
Of "Save Us! For we are too Great to be allowed to perish!"
Well, were it up to me,
There'd be some serious weeding going on,
Come Spring.
Categories:
groundskeepers, political, social,
Form: Free verse