his big-boat trainers
& market traders leather coat
dwarfed his premature body
& shrunken walnut head
& when he swore he swore
in a vicious spitting bark
that escalated & enhanced
the words to defcon 1
we talked his swearing up
into playground legend
but it hinted at an anger
sourced where
no one asked
wallow in your time
do not avert your eyes
sea rises
in
recompense
for the
auto fish
~
&
up
the
road
at no 8
they always leave
the front door open
when
its
time
to
argue & yell & swear
hear them from my back lawn
when im counting daisies
~
&
the garden
is like a
story book gypsy garden
where the story book gypsy
has gone & died
under his own blue sky
&
no one came
&
no one knew
but i see it
see it in the dust
see it in the dirt
see it in this new flu
