Is she a father splinter:
one who comes to every class
as a face on a poster
or more so a carrier
who sidles like sidlers do?
If someone called me that name
I’d invert with some outrage.
I am not your mother-boy.
What is this, then? Being Made.
What is this, then? Compulsions.
Everywhere are everywhere
things. Images of eyes are
eyes and we just don’t settle.
We go after her cold house.
Why do we hate old women?
You open an old woman
and there are at least ten kids
and one hundred old men-types
holding tens of tens of kids
while their bodies slowly grow.
I don’t care like them kids there.
Song be: This Is New Today
this new old man, a new boy,
a new boy/girl and woman.
You, you, you. You new, you new.
from Consolation and MirthFind more by Ish Klein at the library
Copyright © 2015 Ish Klein
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.