locked hushed cocoons

summer falls but winter springs

and frees butterflies

                                                                                   

that release readers

with grace, to find the meaning

of the earth’s haikus

 

I must craft nonsense

into meaning, form God’s pieces

into whole works of

 

precise gardeners:

just write about nature

make presentable

 

Glowing growing words

gravitate, going, gone, gross

grass trimmings paint-

 

nature’s color faint

chem trails have made our frogs gay

chlorophyll rainbows

 

Should we sell sea shells

by the sea shore? Sure we shall

sinking in loop still

 

loudest yee-haws are:

gross vulture rebel cries show

southward’s sanity:

 

unknown cave, entrance

ruined with bad joke, then croaks-

“It won’t fit in”-she

 

is music’s order

artificial, arbitrary

players, natural parts:

 

saxophone solos

careless whisper, tubas play

concerned yells in

 

Hidden hemispheres

smoke stacks have made our fogs gray

aesthetic garbage

 

-beginner’s babble

punchlines, ridiculous forms

poetic garbage

 

victims of victims

cut lines ad infinitum

strangers in stanzas

 

mark mad artists who

pimp butterflies, forced image

formed moths fly into

 

another lost piece

without peace, poetry flukes

the beauty of fugue

 

horror of haikus

trapped in my own island of

isolated works