Round glass

Square chair
Long table
Loud noise
Smoke cloud
Blue sky
Pink sun
Pink cloud
Dust cloud

Round glass
Green grass
Pink bloom
Sweet song
Sweet dusk
Quiet road
Long garden
Square table
Plate clatter

Round glass
Half done
Round mug
Hot tea
Low hum
Late flock
Soft giggle
Cool breeze
Lazy glide

Round glass
Still trees
Still air
Scared flap
Calm coo
Closed bud
Low sun
Dark sly
Quiet calm

Our Flo

Let me tell about Flo
Sisterless sister
Brotherless mother
Firebrand lover
Balled-up energy
Caterwaul wife
Flo, you see right
Is no blunt-edged knife

She’ll give you her last
Stand up and be counted
She calls how she sees it
Flo sees right through it
First in the morning
Last down at night
If you’re up for a battle
Flo’s all out to fight

You keep Flo close
Keep her close to your back
Take a breath, drop your guard
She’s already attacked
Sweet menace of mind
Lighting evenings with laughter
Flo burns your night
Brings the dancing tongue

Now you know Flo
See her tenor, her gravity
Your eyes now clear to her
Threat and gentility
When you feel her breath
Some dark quarter drunk sweetly
Keep your wits sharp
Check your tongue for stupidity

Booze

Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
When you drink
do you go mad?
Do you drink
to
drown
your
sorrows?
Or down drinks
to cheer tomorrows?
Are you happy?
Angry?
Sad?
Can you recall
what thoughts
drinks had?

Squirrel, Kelsey Park, 2012