~

as a gang of siskins sing ( gnis sniksis fo gnag a sa )

…

thinking in a shrinking bog

me ‘n’ uncle moses

under pickled onion suns

nothing much supposes

christmas is a distant blip

santaless as hoses

sprinkle on the morning lawn

yonder tickles noses

as a gang of siskins sing

ring-a-ring-a-roses

live ‘n’ post a doctor’s note

letter a diagnosis

blow a blossom petal breeze

as a badger dozes

’til the all’s a yawning door

& the season closes

…