Spring Cleaning Poem by Randy Resh

The Lord hath entered Ariez skies
wiping past winter's overcast eyes

fat frosted clutter clear for the slaughter
grimy stains strain parch cleansing rain water

Poems, hollow putrid promises languish
long since lovingly neglected exsanguish

immolate moss dross drain for thine mercy
I raze fields of clumsy sentiment fantasy

for The Lord's garden pouts panting for clarity
smokey ghasp grasp pleads aering for planting



Randy Resh
2017