by Danny Earl Simmons
I could
easily change
my train of thought
anytime I wanted to.
I could
my train of thought
anytime I wanted to.
I could
stop closing my eyes
so I wouldn't see you
nursing at her breast
or reading the funnies or
running around the coffee table
in your big red fireman hat
shooting every imagined thing.
I could
so I wouldn't see you
nursing at her breast
or reading the funnies or
running around the coffee table
in your big red fireman hat
shooting every imagined thing.
I could
close the tap on the drip
of my relentless regret
(Goddamit!)
when, in your teens,
I got beat by
fear,
fatigue,
frustration,
anger,
more fear.
I could.
I could.
of my relentless regret
(Goddamit!)
when, in your teens,
I got beat by
fear,
fatigue,
frustration,
anger,
more fear.
I could.
I could.
But, what about
that flat leather football,
this tangled green fishing pole,
your Catcher in the Rye?
First published in Avatar Review - Summer 2014
that flat leather football,
this tangled green fishing pole,
your Catcher in the Rye?
First published in Avatar Review - Summer 2014
Also included in my full-length collection Tender Melancholy.