Asymmetrical Generation

That fellow’s crafty wife is always causing drama
Look in her scrapbook, she tried to paste a baboon.

The fortunate guild has yet to lose a member
To her mechanical awesomeness, her cortex of doom,
The death ray she made to kill a boar last year.

How absurd her affliction; what crooked hunter
Has gone berserker between fight and flight?

An academic question of entropy–her melody, so dense
And the passion of her kissing on Halloween.



December Weather

crickets chirp softly
the rain trickles down the trees
heater smells drift up