Selected Poems
"title pending"
Useless words written on forgotten pages, abandoned
on a covered deck, wet by days and nights in rain.
Ink runs a smeared translation of new language of
melted Arabic hybrid of sushi and hieroglyph kanji.
Spoken in a ruined tongue, no one is supposed to know.
My father and daughter hold up my ruined poems
peel the weeping paper, like high-dangled onion skin.
In stride, they read aloud coherent reformed nonsense.
They communicate smooth for minutes, never once
breaking character in an odd-ball world of their own.
While we clean up messes of a meal and my poems
tossed out in a have a nice day takeaway trash bag.
My son's laughter loud all at once, mixes
with these spoken sounds to echo the yard
lights up this Mc Looney night with firefly
incantations of our shared silly higher truth.
on a covered deck, wet by days and nights in rain.
Ink runs a smeared translation of new language of
melted Arabic hybrid of sushi and hieroglyph kanji.
Spoken in a ruined tongue, no one is supposed to know.
My father and daughter hold up my ruined poems
peel the weeping paper, like high-dangled onion skin.
In stride, they read aloud coherent reformed nonsense.
They communicate smooth for minutes, never once
breaking character in an odd-ball world of their own.
While we clean up messes of a meal and my poems
tossed out in a have a nice day takeaway trash bag.
My son's laughter loud all at once, mixes
with these spoken sounds to echo the yard
lights up this Mc Looney night with firefly
incantations of our shared silly higher truth.
