it's difficult to enjoy

romantic walks

old fashioned ice-cream parlours

and holding hands

while soaked in insect repellent

covered in splatters of blood

and flattened

guts and wire legs

then the filthy-garbage gulls

callout again

to dull-anemic skies

and I pine

for the annoying whine

of mosquito’s wings

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Mosquito Wings

 

Grey skies

cold winds too

the geese have flown

nothing but gulls now

cawing and coughing

hanging out

at seedy bird baths

working the streetlights

and alleyway fire-escapes

playing craps

flashing beaks

waking the neighbours

shitting on everything

a few weeks ago

chickadees gathered

beneath the shade

of a ‘79 Toyota

and we strolled across

summer evening sidewalks

flailing arms through

mosquito swaths

holding our breaths

spitting out the occasional

little-winged-bastards

sometimes running

like screaming school children

fleeing the pointy-bloodsuckers

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