i swung & missed
shoes on trees fillet the cod,
my bat - shredded - is the spatula
the charcoal is ready
& we 're trying new things
in the garden shed:
_____an intimate moment of accusations
_____tickle fits & lip smacks behind printed beach towels
it is almost time to give up
on socks altogether.
I like it!
ReplyDeletei like this poem too.
ReplyDeletei like what's going on in it:
things like "shoes on trees fillet the cod"
and "tickle fits & lip smacks"
it conjures a crisp summer feeling.
batman, glad you like it. and thank you for reading my stuff. i should write you something up about the collection you sent me a while ago... maybe this weekend, okay?
ReplyDeletebryan, gratittude for your comments goes through the roof. i feel as though i have been so stuck in a fall/winter-poetry-venacular rut for ... ever. to know that i can actually evoke "a crisp summer feeling" is ... well, you deserve a hug or something.
i love the bit about trying new things in the garden shed.
ReplyDeleteHope you are aware of the consequences of giving up socks in the altogether;-)
ReplyDeleteCheers
Glenn (currently heading towards that most introverted of seasons, Ah well it was a good summer)