spring

You house wives can be so dirty
elbow deep in chicken shit
on your knees in your gardens
in the lewd poses of cheap eastern european porn
cut offs showing your white inner thighs.

trench coat teens
murderous and mean
to the women they coral at buss stops
god knows what that facial expression means
they smile and grimace as I pass.

Then there’s the dead baby squirrels
and feasting crows.
The carcasses look like wounds in the pavement
and if in right numbers,
the crows could eat the world.

The men in bars
complain that there’s still light,
that there is more day
to drink away.

It’s come again
but I’m not sullen.
I’m as bad as it;
this ugly sexy spring thing.