NEEDLING

   PREG   -   A   -   NANT

Is what the doctor says to thee

                        peg-wed

RRRRRRR - rrrrrrUU...

      (crisp breeze at night)

Beetles flirting in the backyard
      spring is nearing us still
flowering from pots freshly dug
      ground dirt tasting mulch
all moved up and down tilled the earth
      with a small rake
looks like a plastic comb
      the cheap black kind
which goes fine with greased back slickers
      looking slick in tight jeans
behind green bulky shades...

Small potted plants
            we’re in for the sun
and a little rain
               before some righteous thunder.

      ... is what the doctor ordered...

PANGS of pain through

         the hole of
                                                                          Earth

pushing       breathing

            skull                            slime appearing.

...

One bottle of wine down
none left to go
but memories of bottles downed
in times now gone.