My potted daffodils perversely spurn.
Onto the floor their miffed-noses careen.
Nature’s affronted and my knowledge awry
I’m helpless to know why
Why does the ivy wilt and each clay urn
About the house drop in dejected green?

Outside, beyond the patch of crabgrass lawn
Live the unkempt cousins, vine and thorn
Bursting like vibrant antelope
They leap excrescently over the slope
In gustos of inebriate tangled bouts
Spreading and clambering their choking routs.

More years than I have mazed that yard
To its wild extravagant disregard
But who am I to slaughter strife
That cannot to a pot give life?

John’s homepage is at, http://johnpatrickdoyle.com
He is the author of, Boiled Peanuts: A Peeping Tom Goes Nuts Over a Blind Girl.

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BOILED PEANUTS
A Novel by John Patrick Doyle

A Peeping Tom Goes Nuts Over A Blind Girl

Paul Kirk is a librarian and one of his town’s quirkier residents.  In a childhood home lacking parents (his mother dying of MS and his father an alcoholic) Paul had imagined himself a member of the neighboring family. Now in his late twenties, Paul vicariously participates in the households of his community. His peeping-Tom proclivities express his awkward need for social bonding. [Read more...]

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