Options - February Collage poem
Bardic warriors in the worn tartan
of Christie Cleek declaim
their savage lines:
It's never too late to be early
and catch the wind
Taxed to death
the mirror whispers a thousand words
we seldom notice
Stuffy, smoky stifling atmosphere
of shouting people:
What do they put in our beer?
Stop killing our world -
and don't be late!
Sands shift and reveal secrets:
the strange, the weird, the unwashed and the odd,
none worthy of those with a wad
subsiding into worlds
that never lived.