Stub in backyard At times life pains like a part-smoked stub tossed into a backyard No longer certain if it craves another spark or is at peace among the rot of the abandoned The creek has long sunk beneath sand and rock no more fish not even the muddy splash of a tadpole Desperation clutches at a cigarette the smoke sickens you curse and crash the wormy insides out Bowels brawl the bottom itches but the hole gives no relief not even a fart You spit and flush away your aborted desires.How do you write a critical appreciation?
