The difference between groan and green
aside from the obvious vowel displacement
is that instead of inspecting my lawn
this Spring morning for hints of green
I am going to have to shovel through
a fresh foolish foot of frosty flakes to find it.

So Spring rain droops into the bar
proposes like a drunken miner
in love for a quickie
then drags off to a night in jail
after a swaying fight in the alley
leaving behind his soggy butts
his piss, his handful of change
in the blood on the tabletop
and tells you not to cry:
he’ll be back.

A(d) verse complaint