Kit Kelen #1405 - here's luck

1405

here’s luck

notes for ‘my father’s last cigar’

my father was something I made

from the available materials

there was his last cigar

and still is

my parents were

more camera than pictures

broomhead and key clatter

box of bobs and bibs

if they had not invented me

I’d have to dream them up

so do

and just in a matter of course

leftover of other continents

religions, reigns

gangplanks and streamers

he was half horse once

often imperial

so much of their singing

though little was said

no one would shut up

but for the waltz

all of their terrors and they still go on

in those days mrs with his name

we are one

sunshine like the objective conditions

dust has gathered me into these corners

still collecting for museum of self

new mulch for a harsh season

all that second guessing, gainsaid

they made a little fire in me

called it the volcano

reality denied

take talc and the athletic support

I fashion them from words and pictures

have the shine for free

fears would have made them smaller

they did well with blithe

will they or not?

stand it, I mean

the test

you can call it dictation

nothing could kill them

but time