NUTS

Nuts from the get-go
about her
cracked as a filbert
an uncommon almond
shell shocked world rocked
these smoky plains of Mid
America apple pie
Tillamook cheese
from Oregon’s rain
soaked coast
would never taste
the same,
she’s the dish
in which all
loss became
the haste of gain.

No blame
forever untamed
this train
of fools
and its ship
of ghouls
sashays across
trestles down
steel tracks
clickety clack
askew pass/
engers dash
like assaulted
cashews on
the lam.

Perhaps a
weekend pass
from asylum’s
grasp could
purge by dirge
pure hell,
help to mend
this shell?