Tiny Problems
Like hoarfrost on the juniper
Like cracks in Berlin's wall
A crippling mass-transit strike
Undoes us one and all.
Like warped reflections on the glass
Like buskers in the mall
My baby grazing in long grass
Holds watchers in her thrall
Was Philadephia full of spies
As fashions in the fall?
Fresh cat food disappears like rice
Into a feline brawl
The croaking frog solicits sex
With a sly southern drawl
Behind him wait the trout police
In answer to his call.
The world shatters carefully
Forget the transit strike.
The glass is laced with irony
Your heart with a large spike.
Alas for the lost petticoats!
For bastard tadpoles small
Are never asked about their votes
Though they inhabit all the moats
They'll freeze in mud come fall
Yet what of the satannic goats
That linger by the wall
Downwind from the compost heap
That some call urban sprawl
Back in Berlin where walls grow thin
And cracks spread like a shawl,
Public transportation gasps
Beneath the Ice Queen's scrawl
| Contributors: | Kevin Andrew Murphy, ambyr, kevin, D, dkb, Kathryn Cramer, Tuxedo Slack. |
| Poem finished: | 16th June 2003. |