The Poems of David Garlick
He stood by the bar, elbows a-leaning, foot on the brass rail, beer in his hand. “Have a good day?” said the man chewing peanuts. “Yes good, had a great Daughters Day.” “What’s a daughters day mate?” Said the man with the peanuts. Carl was his name, if my memory serves. “A day with […]
A gray and splashy Autumn sky, that weeps into its misty beard, or sighs with chill and gusty breath, his lover lost, a season drear. She drops a brilliant handkerchief. A shower of leaves in brown and gold, to offer him a chance to be her beau, now that the Fall is here. […]
A house is a place to live in. Made joyful with the laughter of children, It becomes a home. A door opens its arms in welcome. Let it speak quietly. Windows, house eyes. Open them; let the air in and the laughter out. A garden, a place of wonder, where flowers sing and insects […]
In rainbow hues, a monument; that reaches to a bright blue sky. The toilet seats of Mexico, lost but somewhere, they must be. The mystery of the missing seats. The cold comfort of porcelain rim, that leave a mark on mind and bum; when mem’ries of adventures dim. They must be stacked, a […]