Poems from Saroda
Dingy green metal
Flecks of paint flaking off like dandruff
Corners set in stagnant water,
Leechy muck in the slimerot of the shadows...
he wears a too-wide grin
as honeydew skin turns crimson
freckles spread across his face like stars,
his eyebrows try to escape into that...
Daddy's hand is a big warm blanket
embracing mine as we stand in the mud
"Goodbye, Lenny"
and our rooster, our little ball of fire, is no...
His hands are calloused and torn,
browned by the sun as always but
now they are stained red with blood
Silent, he grips
the butt of his...
Even the rainbows seem gray
in this puddle we call Elmira
Slushy in winter, sticky in summer
I wish I could feel safe at night
Mark...