Category: poems

I have seen the coming storm.
You will see it too, in time –
grand and glorious
all-encompassing, hungry.

America has risen
It’s screeching like a beast
The visitors are missin’
They canceled the whole feast

Little blackburr in the nest
Follow Mother, she knows best
Little blackburr underfoot
Eyes of night and skin of soot

Oh what a bright idea
Having them over for tea
Just you and me and them
Two sets of twos
All fine and dandy
Until all hell breaks loose

A courier knocked and said “these are for you”
And gave me a bushel of flowers
Addressed from that guy who, on date number two
Had talked of “our” life plans for hours

“Don’t go back yet again”
You tell me I don’t remember the half of it
The good seared into my skull
The bad drifted away like ash on the wind
Toxic nostalgia

Who dwells in the dark, in the dull-water deep?
Who sneaks in to stab you as soon as you sleep?
Who hunts in the headlands, a hook in his hand?
It’s Man-Scallop, hybrid of ocean and land!

We put the “pro” in Procyon
We’ve mastered every trick and con
We’re in by dusk and out by dawn
We operate by stealth