SPRING
SPRING RITES
In our parks the adulterers gather
First day out of dark cafés They lean
on fences french kiss
There a couple so beautiful my startle reflex
kicks in She is so sweet it makes me sick no wit
not even a bit Don’t know why I married the bitch (paraphrase)
As silver-haired beauty strokes his pitted cheek
I picture wife somewhere Spring chicken on
flowered table cloth bottle of Chianti eh?
Watch as she shoves arsenic into cavity
I tell you early Spring brings out the worst in me
EPILOGUE
It is March 1963 Black poodle & me enter schoolyard
We frolic until a man begins to chase us with his car
I count to 3,000 and run for my life Blackie often
dreams our secret trembling in his sleep And as
for me well I remain fearless & pristine Except in early Spring
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N. Blacksonovitch RIP 1963 – 1976
SPRING 2014
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