Blizzard Cakes · Jim Lang

SNOW LEAVES A WRETCHED EXCESS

Peaceful.
Slow_moovving.
Levened.
Unleavened.
Groovy.
Fat soft sparrows land,
pluff rounds in snow
pluff. Getting seeds one always
retreats like a gun firing then the rest
do,
pause on boughs
awhile. The fat soft bodies
they wear blend in pine.

and then one! then seven! nine
more! now it's all of
them, heading to
pluff pluff
and i
        am Still as Possible.
Not Moving. Even As i
Raise My Arm to Smoke i Am
Just Doing My Thing. While
They Do Theirs.
Peaceful.

Slow_gradient.

In the pocket.

    ,         ,
    ^     ^

->   saw birdtracks more than circular,
                      --and what i took to be
                          chipmunksfeet in =three =inch =skid.

Bree

See Ya · Eric Shaffer

 

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

Whose house is this? Don’t care, don’t know,
Some institution owns it, though;
But no authority is near
To salt the roads or shovel snow.
This last half mile, and we’ve got beer,
So we will party hearty here
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
I give the door a half-assed shake
And kick the frame before I break
A window, reach around, unlock
The door, and hey, come on, let’s shake
This joint! Burn a chair and hock
A loogie! Poetry’s a crock,
Drink up! We’ll make this party rock!
Drink up! We’ll make this party rock!

Marcus Bales