A Seasonal Poem from Bob Brueckl.

a loogie for this Yule

succinct syncopations of a nightie

frittering away the inquilinity

of varmint vomit on

my hairy knuckles

foraging for nectar, scavenging

around in my piqued proboscis

baubles of gluons around

a jinxed outline of

gamma-ray bursters

I felt night up around a

fluted carafe of sassafras,

indecomposable star-bursts

on the periphery of white

cimicifuga in a rustic trough

smug seeds snug as they

decay around the metallic

sheen of drooling lug nuts

phlegmy droplets

of mud light in

dead toenails

a rancid

buckskin

fuck under

a cache-pot

the flakiest huckster's papier-mache

clit coddling the rind of shot-rock

tentacles of a wobbly

weathercock, misshapened

slackness feigning a chaotic

gangrene of glossier amputations

thwarting the furrowed sprockets

of an unfucked pitchfork wholly

flubbing a skewered copse of acacia

sun scald shirking the trifles of crocheters,

mealybugs, cottony swabs of phyllo

potpies infestated with dingy endive:

stippled mango-pelvis imbibing a retro

dragonfly undiluting a spiral ellipse

of plush blips, minuscule tchotchkes,

a bronzy-green magnolia leaf cradling

a bunch of white spider mums, ethereal

cellulite of astilbes and astrantia meringue

on the cartilage of the windowsill: yeasty

blast of blossoming white dogwood, spirea,

and ranunculus with a whiff of fuzzy kangaroo

paws, terra-cotta moss, amaranths, blue

viburnum, hosta, alliums and edamame:

limestone eviscerating the looming taste of bile

my brain's aching

impulses drenched

in the opening of love

inside an

inside-out

snot as I

unknot it

--Bob BrueckL