I'm trying a new style. Poem.

Oh Daddy



what are you what are you doing

why is this locked not locked locked



I’m just going to stand here 

pound until shut it!

Shut it! no you don’t Shut it!

Shut up and shut it shut it

please shut it oh now there’s no

shut it... oh.



Dream:

    A dark horse in the living room.  My mother sips

    mint tea reads Agatha Christie the rubber plant

    touches the ceiling the clouds fog or is it

    smoke crawl in through the windows

    they are shut  shut it!  shut it!  I stand naked

    in the corner and quiver there’s humming a blank

    spot



a blank spot shut it

shut it oh

shut it

Disturbing, much?