SLEAZY SUMMER LEAVES.

Summer stars dance like marionettes,
as they glitter through the leaves.
Open ears on trembling earth
hear the susurrations of the trees.
Close those Summered eyes to pray,
and see what Autumn frees
lift the mask from your eyes
and see the sloth of Summer sleaze.
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Kiss the pregnant Crystal Fairy
watch as the petals burst,
glory as the Autumn rain sucks
colours from the dirt.
Croak your Summer song I say
from bloodied, ruined knees,
praying for deliverance
from the stench of Summer’s sleaze.
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Drink the milk and whiskied honey,
celebrate Autumn’s style:
harvests, sensuous sunsets,
all the miracles of the wild.
Your Summer heart can fly astray
like a fledgling caught on the breeze,
as stiffened winds blow Autumn-wards
from Summer’s sultry sleaze.
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Pretty, pretty, Summer folk,
pretty much needing breaths of hope.
Summery folk I learned to loath
churned in Autumn’s kaleidoscope.
All those Summer playmates
with their pretty bright-white grins,
all tarnished Summer ugly
those burned out, sleazy things.
–
You think we may be saved
if you close your pretty eyes.
If you sing those Summery songs of yours
as your pretty heart flies –
but Summer’s march before us
is un-redeeming, weak, diseased
and blinds your pretty mind
as you sunbathe in the sleaze.