Jacqueminot Roses
Lined up before the storm
Looking eagerly towards refreshing rain
Only to find lightning

Lies smilingly served by lying silver,
To be tested and torn,
And found inadequate
Then deposited inelegantly
With their rotating fellow castoffs

Feeble cries for help
Scribbled in a space too small
Left fluttering, waiting for replies
Won’t you listen?
Sebastian is ignored.

Tuesday
Best day of the year
Is yet no competition
To the pleasure that comes Thursday nights

Time too short
Their barrel of poison
Is closed before the suicidal masses
Can climb inside

Relief can only be sought
In the sordid public transport of New York
Or among the proud denizens of Italy
Queuing for ages, for temporary escape
Delicious.

Editor’s Reply

I’m sorry you feel that way about the RAR. I don’t find it that bad. But I agree that B-Dubs Thursdays are better than bacon cheeseburgers.