• The stagnant breeze of air so thick it burns
    Velvet flows and turns
    The kind of air from deep within the earth
    Thawed the tree limbs
    Gnawed the trunks
    All hint of winter’s sins
    Are long debunked
    A rumor whispered into bloom
    Though placid darkness looms
    Lit are the tombs of
    Sleep
    A porcelain guise
    Hibernate until you die
    And lovers wait
    Wait for the day their hearts will beat as one
    Like sheep they’ll bleat
    And shun, in their warm cocoons,
    The rise and fall of sun
    From dusk till dawn
    The bitter crisp brown lawn
    Of suburban getaways
    Orchids, peonies, all made
    Beautiful by lemonade,
    And synthetic peace of mind-
    The mark of happy lies
    A perfect day soon followed by the dry,
    The crusted face of all who lie
    Beneath and in the dust
    Ash to ash
    Rust to rust