Some Purple Poem by William Stobb

don't forget the friend off five
weeks in silent meditation
late flowers your brother
had a birthday and you're due notice
flies mating in our bright kitchen
homeless veterans victims and criminals
perched on a power line
one squirrel sings a mournful upward fifth
birds eat what out of ash I dumped
yesterday check the live traps-Kari
saw a mottled rat waddle teach
writers to feel see speak
muscular wing thrum a lilac
room conceals shiver blown
ear to throat emote
when relevant attend to terror
in Wisconsin loud pops are often
fire crackers evil responding
not to good seven
overweight ministers rear
up in sexual glory some purple
velvet goes celluloid in petal folds
from the sun don't forget the sun