POEM: the laughter boat

the laughter boat

the laughter boat
docks at sadness
cargoless and blue

i would give my vada pinson autograph
for a vision right now
(religious or otherwise)

i walk around the park
counterclockwise
trying to unravel something,

anything. in the air
the bells of st. anthony, sirens,
and the whir of a ceiling fan

the neighbors voices are a murmur
on windy days my house
creaks and groans

i hear sounds.
i want songs.

(from the chapbook TRYING TO UNRAVEL SOMETHING, ANYTHING, 1998; photo by me)

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