FORNICATION AND FLAMENCO
Having fornicated the frost
out of Old Man Winter
Spring flounces and jounces
and promiscuously pounces
on unsuspecting souls, surreptitiously
seizing winter-weary gardeners
with her gaudy garb.
Like a hooker in heat
on a Montreal street,
she taunts and teases
and profligately pleases,
a tacky tart tastelessly adorned
in cerise, chartreuse, and purple stripes.
With ruffle and fluff,
she’s hard and tough
unlike demure Dame Summer,
that genteel maid of mellow mauves
and pallid pastel pinks.
With a swivel of hips
and lick of lips, she sashays in stilettos,
a fast and unfettered
flamenco-dancing floozy
strutting into apple- and lilac-scented May!
DEITY BOILED DOWN
Many years ago mankind
created a god perhaps
not in his own image
but sadly in that of
an abusive father thereby
boiling deity down
to that which is comprehensible
to even the most obtuse.
And in the process Sacred Spirit
has been simplified not only
to the tragically commonplace
but to the despicable -
a gruesome guy-in-the-sky
who delights in the suffering
starvation and slaughter
of little children
and other innocents
who have supposedly sinned
through their ignorance
of Jesus.
READING BETWEEN THE LINES: A REVERSE DOUBLE ETHEREE
If I once had no great Fear of Flying,
I was quickly altered when I found
that I’m Okay-You’re Okay, and
took in that an Airport might
be the site of much Pride
and Prejudice, with
frequent arrests
of those in
foreign
garb.
And
having
lived many
years, I can say
that when we take a
Fatal Voyage and lack
equal Terms of Endearment
for all humankind, all hope for
peace is Déja Dead, as we surely
fail to grasp Sense and Sensibility.
-where once lay forest
– SENRYU X 4 -
every six weeks
another subdivision
where once lay forest
the roar of chainsaws
insufficient to drown out
the cries of spruces
unmitigated
gall to destroy sacred ground-
backlash expected
under the rubble
of the buried prayer circle
ancestral outcry
© CAROL A. KNEPPER
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