What For And How Come

when an obese darkness weighs more than it should

when the serpent slithers near

when curses squat and pitch tent on a forked tongue for longer than they have a right

when privacy glass is everywhere

when fertilizer loses hope and is only dung

when a lonely ladder to nowhere is missing a rung

when organ music echoes and lingers in blown windpipes

when waves hello are missing fingers

when a lonely, kosher clarinet is sorry and weeps

as chilly, overcast mornings murder their young

i stand on a cold, perplexing bridge over a mordant, heavy-footed river

occasional white swells that can't get out of their own way colliding with stubborn rocks that don't know where they're from

me, unjustifiably wondering

what for and how come

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

This doesn't sound terribly uplifting
However, I understand Spring recently sprung
meaning some grass has rize
and some birdies have sung
And if you watch where you step
you might just avoid, steppin in that dung