God Poems, Nature Poem, Poetry

God Nature

Young Son Virile Boy
Humps his way through the underbrush
Eats out every night
Comes home for dinner
Head grows into the crown

Granddad Limp Limb
Back in the cave
Waits for ointment and
His good bitch to come back

Dad gone
to town for pussy and heartburn
Where’d all the good ones get to?
Loin cloth at the dry cleaner’s
Drags dick and briefcase along the jagged path home

-M.

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Nature Poem, Poetry

Scruffy Bird

Dying in paradise
he still has stories to tell.

They get caught in his mane
like spittle.

An aging Hippie.
A mountain man gone metaphysical
in a California town.

A youngster by the pond
watches the koi and willfully
deafens himself.

The scruffy bird goes on

chatters to the heavy
dropping rain.

-M.

 

 

Nature Poem, Poetry

Bossy Bird (poem)

There is always one
bossy ass bird. He digs himself
a naked hole in the dense
mockorange, puffs out his chest and
sings at 11. The sparrows who live there
too roll their eyes and go on
collecting tufts of red dog
hair from between the fence slats
to make their nests luxurious—
and sound proof.

-M.