ELECTRIC GHOSTS

with the proverbial

pork chops charring

on the iron 

of the metaphorical skillet

it all becomes clear
how 

it 

has 

all
dungeoned me & mazed me

with its turbulence

& electric ghosts

tho the doctor
has fancier words

SOFT FIST SCHEDULE

& winters
iron back
is broken
by
the
soft fist schedule
of
springs bulbs & buds

~

a double daffodil
much more yellow
than its ivory fellows
is alone in facing
to the east

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