FORTY-FIVE LOT

Easing out through harbor crosswind
Watchdog sonnets hold your trust
Winterkill floatings double shark finned
Heavier feedback recovering dust

Beloved anachron light rusty crust
Cursing speak of diesel rot
Some of my teachers feel that they must
Speaking in cursive forty five lot

Bargain rotunda stretching our land
Ancestor gamma rays learning the dance
Collapse off center never lending a hand
Learn very early they don’t have a chance

Dahlia farming Fiji steep slopes
Provincial technicality’s final stand
Slides to the ocean dashing few hopes
Explaining what happened to Glen Miller’s band.

Jeffrey Frisch - Copyright 2004