Viscous Verses: A Bright Poem For A Stormy Sunday

By Craig Hard for Boston Compass (#124)

June 28, 2020




my heart hasn’t ironed out the details


the ducks are playing


enough cliches


enough games, flukes and hooded wolves


I’m slowly filling the chip on my shoulder with whatever sticks;


gum, dirt, refuse and wood glue


One day I’ll smooth over my edges


I don’t punch mirrors anymore


my eyes drool without care


It’s fun to let the wind lead the dance


my feet just go, one after another


I try not to question their eagerness




Craig Hard is a filmmaker and multi-media artist based now in Chicago.


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