Monday, June 17, 2013

Tom Hatch- A Poem

The Coco Butter of Winter

Hides my scotch from
Her mother above the bar sink
Where she cannot reach
Near the sun screen lotion
From last summer the
Coco butter from the tropics which has a fragrance
Smarts the vision
Of Sally on the lawn
I was never that good at honest
Good bye's to summer
In thought at the linen closet
An apprehension 
There it was that towel she
Laid herself on upon the lawn next to the
David Hockney reflected lit pool a hint of her still 
There coco butter 
after the wash and storage
It was enough of her for the sun
To shine the pool cover in storage
Her navel stomach smooth
Kissing her there I lay my head 
Warm nights the lights
The shooting stars of August 
But the crime of winter's cold 
Imprisons us inside to
Sit by the blazing fire
Under the thought of a 
hot honest sun of August 
On the shag not the lawn
We become the towel
Of summer

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 he is a regular at The Camel Saloon and BoySlut and DS. He has published at The Mind[less] Muse, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocain, Dead Snakes and Pyrokinection 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.

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