Sexual Seasons
we bitch about how beauty loses its luster
within the added layers of comfort
i tell you about how
i’ve not seen the marks
that stretch across this city’s stomach in weeks
then you say screw you october & november
& december
& i say screw you january & february too
it’s march thru september that we love
when the cold winds refuse to blow every day
down the boulevards we travel
like wild animals
chasing
each other
we bitch about how beauty loses its luster
within the added layers of comfort
i tell you about how
i’ve not seen the marks
that stretch across this city’s stomach in weeks
then you say screw you october & november
& december
& i say screw you january & february too
it’s march thru september that we love
when the cold winds refuse to blow every day
down the boulevards we travel
like wild animals
chasing
each other
Victor Clevenger spends his days in a Madhouse and his nights writing poetry. Selected pieces of his work have appeared in print magazines and journals around the world; it has also been nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology and the Pushcart Prize. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Sandpaper Lovin’ (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2017), A Finger in the Hornets’ Nest (Red Flag Poetry, 2018), Corned Beef Hash By Candlelight (Luchador Press, 2019), and A Wildflower In Blood (Roaring Junior Press, 2020). Together with American poet John Dorsey, they run River Dog. He can be reached at: crownofcrows@yahoo.com
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