I was trying to collaborate with my dad
until he started to forget.
But, before that he wanted to make a sculpture of the mother and child.
It would have been an homage to us all.
But, I don't know what to do.
My dad would have liked to remember himself a hero in my work.
I just can't honestly tell him we have that without forgetting something.
make a shell
pure as opal looks in light
forge a will
dug by friends
deep as a mile of joy for every misstep and quiver
might you make amends for that abstract choice
some half of forever
clovered in hindsight
something part of the lightness of sobriety
marked on name tags
forged in mud
Bridget make note...
nothing has been a square
Tonya can you help
knowing someone younger than you
picking flowers from fields at home
finding trash at school for that
not enough for those children
but O is me and she is strong and she is full
because my leg hairs have nothing
on talent or warmth or bravery
it will grow
it will grow longer than the beards of
prophets' whose genders we become familar with
we're the movies
the bravest who do the right things to save the country
or die trying
we're the front line
the wall to whom all bads take a knee or lose the idea of caps
plus so dashing the enemy forgets to be
can I be a super star
Do you want to?
can't do everything
but I can (and you)
write a poem
conversations about "who would you save first" is of
but, honestly not because she is perfect
it is because she can find so many four leaf clovers despite
seas of turbulence
not... because she is a knock-out beauty
but, beauty should be defined from her short comings
she doesn't drink
wouldn't look the other way if you screamed
SHE is not Me
but, thank god she had me pushed out
oh, the path did shape my head
I do try to be a pocket to hold waves even
when the jeans are knotted in rabid
for aesthetics become a man
My two year goal is to secure a decommissioned submarine for a sculpture... if you have one... PLEASE let me know.