Least Read Poems for and About Parents

a sunken
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest

a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and  
Kreger Lake  
 
between pterodactyls  
and annihilation  
 
it disappeared  
in a manner  
of intervals  
 
by the sunfeather  
and moonroll
 
by Mount Tambora  
of the year  
without summer  
 
by the tsunamis  
of elephants  
running to peak  
as an alarm  
 
by the robin bleary  
owl dives  
 
by the...

Mother
Do you know what you’ve done
Did you see what you did
Was all for fun
Was he really worth it

Would he come back now
When he took his due
Was the night for him
Or did he care for you

Daughter
Mother please don’t cry
I know what I’ve done
I chose him well
He is really the one

He loves me true
This I swear to you
When the sun will rise
He’ll be standing before you

Mother
Her heart did break
Her sweet little one
Gave all her love
And...

Winter in Cascais

This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...