Autumn was next witnessed
Through the eyes of a coquettish October,
The somnolent month that spreads fast its
Mat of diffused pleasure.
And should there be a tendril pulse,
Let it hammer the flesh of youth, who
Witnessed through the eye of a dream
The hasty coronation of Autumn —
The crowning of promises belching
And puking on loose garments of loneliness,
Nigrescent and worn on weary,
Sweat-dyed neck....
Promises
Broken suddenly on the whited flail of
A scabrous February.
A bigoted June, poignant and incestuous,
Heaving copious sighs of battered effusion,
Smothered that flaming yolk of promise
Sworn at the verdant threshold of Deuteronomy,
Where the baldheaded Moses, old but bright-eyed,
Signed the silly lines of sacred scrolls.