Category: Poetry

Box

~ Harlan Didrickson 
A box
a toy
a handle 
to crank
and music 
will play 
until the 
spring unwinds 
or breaks 
and the 
box goes 
back to 
being just 
a box

Bucket

~ Harlan Didrickson 
Two buckets 
with different 
placed holes
will always 
leak yes
at different 
times but 
neither will 
ever hold 
the water 
therefore fix
yourself before 
you venture 
out looking 
for another

Highway

~ Harlan Didrickson 
A hollow 
of once
a frame 
absent of
a picture 
eyes deep 
set dead
a ghost 
I became 
wandering through 
past’s vestiges 
until a
spark seen
out yonder 
beckoning me 
come hither
for nigh
is a
highway to 
nothing nowhere

Behind (to VinVinnyVince)

~ Harlan Didrickson 
You can 
only get
anywhere by
having been 
somewhere else 
before the 
only difference 
is that 
the you
that belonged 
to before 
can’t come 
along to 
the new 
leave that 
bastard behind

Pinch

~ Harlan Didrickson 
A pinch
cheek salt
or saffron
adds but
a bit
of affection 
bite or
even color 
to wherever 
it happens 
to land