Spring mantra

remember, it is the rhythm of Spring

to bloom and be romanced by the distant Sun;

remember, evergreens are destined to outlive us all,

the deciduous only pretend to suffer;

remember, only envy bursting forth from resurrected boughs

colours our loins;

remember, we learned the fuck-and-run mentality

when shooed away from The Garden;

remember, the funky perfume of pheromones

is the invisible hand pulling noses into armpits, asses;

remember, desperate songs propagating in trees

are just lovesick poems from feathered troubadours;

remember, monogamy is for the birds,

and we are mammals.