RAINE REFLECTIONS
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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© Christopher Raine
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