Tag Archives: pollen

DANDRUFF YELLOW

DANDRUFF YELLOW

Covering all that it can reach,

Powdery under a sycamore-beech…

Dandruff molders

No HEAD AND SHOULDERS*,

This kind of stuff can reach!

Yellow-green dust one sees,

floating on the breeze…

Tree flowers make

Pollen to partake

In vast sex parties.

Flowering trees with petals

Pay with nectar–bee vittles–

From the non-petal sifts

Great pollen drifts,

That disturb us not a little!


–Jonathan Caswell

TWICE IN THE MORNING?

TWICE IN THE MORNING?

Is it pollen or just the spring,

How come he forgets everything…

His wife says he got

Two insulin shots,

We’ll see if he lives through the thing?

–Jonathan Caswell

THAT TIME AGAIN!

THAT TIME AGAIN

Time for the birds and bees

Becoming active again…

Amidst the flowers and trees

And pollen in the wind.

I understand the birds

But the bees are not direct….

A hive of female worker bees

Lugging pollen, I suspect.

The symbolism of honey

I’ll leave well enough alone…

Adults may think it rummy

If we expose it outside of the home!

Jelly and honey and candy

All have their uses…

To describe love-making,

But I’ll stay out of those nooses.

A roving eye is on alert high

As layers are gradually shed…

Although inside, a watchful eye

Is never really dead.

–Jonathan Caswell

IT IS HOT

IT IS HOT.

You know it is hot when the sweat from your arm

Leaves a puddle where it rested near the mouse…

When you come inside and the sweat keeps pouring out,

And You’re careful not to rub against your spouse!

Your T-shirt’s soaked in the space of five minutes

As you come inside to cool off…

The one thing unexpected unless you breathe in pollen

Is to end up today with a cough.

–Jonathan Caswell