Now I know that when I was born
I was a strange delivery. The doctor
Wasn’t in the room with me. Mother
Was away on hush-hush, but she left
Her voice in an amp embedded
In the lime wall. The staff was behind
Mirrored glass but I didn’t know
I could be seen, so I swallowed
A camel while straining for a gnat.
Mother said: “Time and tide wait
For no man, even if he’s sea pea.”
The doctor used robotic arms
To tousle my umbilical cord while
His robotic teeth bit me free
From my host, who resembled a fine
“You’re the broom against my doorsill.”
I cried when suddenly I realized
I wouldn’t be free to cry ever again.
A sun shower lit
A beard of violets.
The dog-eared playground
Was plump with drunken
Bees and basking dads.
The ex-pool. One kid’s
Wheelie ended in squid.
“The world of birds
Is gifted with anarchy.”
A downpour of hairy
Air gripped the beeches,
Broadcasting mast across
Sand and boardwalk.
A black copter. Then
It shrunk up, leaving
Cherry blossoms, no,
Flyers: The Anchovy
Township beached whale
Rescue team is holding
Try-outs Sunday, 9
A.M. Bring your own pail.