Poem XVIII: Dies Corpulenta Martis

NOTE TO EACH OF BELOVED ONES:

I AM NOT HERE
I HAVE GONE TO PHYLLIS AND DAVID'S RIGHTEOUS SCHOOL-NIGHT MARDI GRAS

IF YOU WILL NOTICE THAT ONE OF THE HENS
IS GONE
WIG NOT I AM RIDING
THAT CHICKEN
STRAIGHT INTO VALHALLA


your loving,
Tammuz

Poem XIV: MR. SQUEAKY

Mr Squeaky
has escaped!

It's been three days.

The farm has not been the same without him.

I mean
he was kind of a pervert

but his song was like
a serrated knife
every morning
tearing the sun
a new one.