October 31, 2073
The honeymoon that’s dripping sap
Is losing sweetness in an act
Of stripped shame.
Your rosy cheeks now look bleak.
Your lips slip into ellipsis
Pry them open, it’s anarchistic
The air breathes on my neck
I’m giving head to a living wreck.
Sedimentary layers in shades of red
Exposed to air in a dried-out bed
When it rains,
You better change the sheets.
The meadow downstairs sips the mead,
These shades of violet that you bleed
After years of drought, I’ll ask why
Is your canyon open wide?
The dam holding water from flowing
Has lost its lust for erected growing
After years of drought, you’ll see why
Your canyon is growing dry.
I am Mother Nature,
Dreaming of death tonight.
In Greenland, I will melt the ice
In Scotland I will calm the tide
But in Scottsdale, without fail
I won’t let you sleep at night.
Mankind will pay his share
For draining me of a love affair
Thus, I flood the Sonoran;
A monsoon with modern flair.
You push away
Then ask for more
I’m here to stay
These tears I’ll pour
The city, it cries.
The bird is taking flight.
The river is flooding high.
The Colorado is black and white.
Oh, Arizona! I love you so,
But I can’t hold on to you anymore.
Jack o’lanterns will light up caverns,
But none as deep as your own.
The haunting shrill, what a thrill
To no longer be alone.
The monsoon has died
Along the Baja shore.
Only a few can knock
On heaven’s door.
The rain has ended.
A Hallow’s Eve that amazed
It’s the Day of the Dead,
And this is how I celebrate.
In just over two weeks, on Saturday, November 4, I will be selling all three of my books at the SE WI Festival of Books! Scan the QR codes to learn more.