Fecundity

Salt Marsh
by GC SMITH

Pluff mud pheromones
redolent as a woman
beckon

Marsh grasses
shimmy
to thunder's beat

Tide swing
thrusts
withdraws

The marsh's
estrous cycle
calls

Heat

The Fire
By GC Smith

"caliente ...ohhhhh...laaaaa..."

My fire burns
consuming all
and she is hot
my summer gal
au natural

wantin' all
but she cannot know
if my flame is more than show
or if I might stay long with her
enamoured with her vigor

But, chill comes on
with autumn moon
and winter’s harsh wind
freezes and forestalls
consummation

It freezes summer’s fire
banking flames
causing a hiatus
in touch
til chill is done

Starved
for warmth
near dead
when suddenly
daffodil poke up

Yellow blossoms cheer
telling what will come
teasing, playing
summoning
lost touches

know now she is hot
reincarnate
fingers caress enflamed skin
summer's come again
time for fun and sin

Afire
we are consumed

We grow old, we ...

Intimations of Mortality
by GC Smith

My joints complain

Complaints not against
that strong young athlete
who pushed feats of prowess
much beyond endurance limits
but rather against wear of time

My brain falters

It frequently farts
suffering nascent dementia
Irish style, remembering only grudges
while stumbling again to find my own name
and knowing that your name is lost to the ether

My heart speaks

Its murmurs
not pretty poetry
nor deathless prose
but rather coded messages
about time's inexorable march

Gone

An Oft Told Tale
By GC SMITH

She had my heart
then tore it apart
before running off

Now I’m forlorn
a lost soul
locked up alone

It ain’t Margaretville
this dark, dank, dungeon
where I waste away

So listen up boys
take care with your hearts
know where you go

Choose carefully
watch out for the trap
avoid cloying honey

Or you’ll spend your life
locked up in a room
with no hope of escape

You’ll wither and die
and no one will cry
for a fool

KABOOM!!!

KABOOM!!!!

KABOOM!!!