the title is the lasso not what's tethered

 now through the most of May
and an already gorgeous spring
has increasingly higher proportions
following the worst winter on record

back are the dangerous days
the ones that leave lovers exposed
like earthworms following fresh rain

and the artists are all well fed
the toxicity in language has exceeded its half-life

things might actually happen

it has all caught up
and we are on the other side
physics is the cousin of spiritual thought
and their kids got married

let's scrap the words that have tacked radioactive beetles
to the walls of the vacant halls
and animate all of the unused space

haunt me in talk
discussion remembers us