Creaming leaves, dripping
off her spiderweb branches
as we eat dinner under the mustard sun,
I feel her nervous as I eat slowly, she glances
at my spiderweb branches and grabs my web.
She spins her prey in my web and moves it slowly
down, among her roots, where I feel gnarled and leafless.
My autumn colors have vanished in her winter
frozen stems, frozen in time, I stare into her
mustard reflected eyes.
Ten gassed men. Ten gassed men.
They follow blind in single file.
One turns to spew and break the chain
of shouldered hands and splintered minds.
Ten blind men. Ten blind men.
Each marked for sacrifice,
bandaged eyes and mustard faced,
lungs in foamed embrace.
Ten maked men. Ten marked men.
their eyes see what we can't
in Singer Seargeant's paint,
sights rehearsed and cursed.
A Scotsman and his bonnie lassie
Feeling fit and rather sassie
Went out one day to climb a hill
The views up there were bound to thrill
When a wind blew round the poor man's kilt
The lassies head did quickly tilt
Trying hard to calculate
As he struggled there upon yon gate
"My, my Willy" she smugly blustered
"I've brought a sandwich and I see you've got the mustard."
Once in awhile
I feel inclined
To stay up all night
Writing stanzas like this.
And having drunk three
Shimmering tumblerfulls of
The prospect seems alive.
The longer I stay
The sooner I can
My body is
And so is my
And I'm beginning to see
Where I went wrong
In this world where I
Raised myself to be right.
However, if I stay awake
One cannot forget the issue of
Filled notebooks, attractive men
And tomorrow's frosted gaze.
Perhaps I will shower in
Whole-grain mustard at three a.m.
Maybe so I willed
In half sleep’s ethereal stream
In January’s mustard field
She hugged me in liplocked dream!
What now she said eye on eye
I’m come past all fear
So our lips never go dry
Nothing stops us from here!
I put my tongue on hers
Rolled in her saliva filled
Her eyes blinked million stars
Traveling time in the mustard field!
Bloomed yellows thunderous bright
Rained sky a sweet redress
Dream came at end of night
Wept wet in her embrace!
I tiptoed on her bedside
Her lips quivered moist filled
Maybe so she willed
Same dream in the mustard field!