SICK DUCKS NICHE CAVITIES

i got my sick ducks
in a semblance row

& i forced-march them
thru the niche cavities
of government administration

or what passes for it
in these hijacked days

i realise now
i was grating myself
for an overlords brunch

& in the kitchen
the tap drips 

like a clock
into the strategy sponge

SOME BACKSTEP OBSERVATIONS

in the almost 

almost 

spring-fresh air

crows call 

intelligent & coded instruction

from the tv lines

& heavy leaves clog in the grate

~

the cement is darker  

like its been coloured in

& the chairs drip
drip drip drip

& bird seed sprouts in the feeders