Tom Hatch- A Poem

Dandelions Monster Song

Dandelions are one of the first

To appear eager yellow close 

To the ground innocent hug

Within her salad leaves

Standing taller getting bold

When this happens into

A sphere of spores blown

Away on children's breath

A roaring mane tiny parachutes

Off the seed head Stem 

Becoming a pea head

The younger brothers and sisters 

Soon appear with the same

Intent to pepper my lawn

That they all become 

Pea heads thousand of 

Monsters spent to wilt

Stubborn their ugliness 

Clinching tap roots bowel

Into the earth I buy

A special tool to pry

The dragon tail wagging 

With dirt

I should have plucked them

In their yellowness  

Some say can be made 

Into wine then we would be speaking 

Rudimentary French 101 oh dandy lion

Drinking to green grass

And blue sky no pea heads

In the conversation's song

Tom paid his dues in the SoHo art scene way back when. He was awarded two NEA grants for sculpture back then. And taught at various colleges and universities in the NYC metro area in art (including Princeton and U of Penn. in Philly). He feels like a regular at The Camel Saloon and BoySlut. He has published at The Mind[less] Muse, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocain and Dead Snakes among others. He has recently had a poem nominated for The Best on The Net. He lives in CT with a few farms up and down the road works in Manhattan. His train ride to and from NYC is his solace, study and den where it all begins and ends.