Friday, May 17, 2013

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.

1 comment:

  1. ahh, I am back in those dandilion days digging under blazing sky with yellow stained short fingers and dull knife to fill a crumpled brown bag for a quarter.