George Freek

December
(After Li Po)

Sunrise is a stifled yawn.
Torn from its sleep,
the sun gives us the day,
but the sun won’t stay.
The wind is a knife,
slicing up dead leaves.
Crows avoid it, fruitlessly
searching for mice.
They search the trees
for dead vermin.
Existence is a terminal disease,
as leaves reel madly
in every direction
like drunken prostitutes,
ashamed and afraid,
yet still seeking affection.

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Illinois. He received his BA in history at the University of Illinois, and his MA in English at Southern Illinois University. His poetry has recently appeared in many USA Journals. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc., Lazy Bee Scripts, and Off The Wall Plays, and produced by the Milwaukee Repertory Theater, the Changing Scene in Denver, and the Organic Theater in Chicago, among others. He also has received grants from the Illinois Arts Council and The National Endowment for the Arts. Read.