poetry and poets

Sunday, April 03, 2005

a day at the park

Samuel Akiva Pui-Ying Huang Skeist

“Hey. What up.”
“Wassup witchoo man? Where ya’ off to?”
“On my way to the park…Just gonna’ chill out and journal dive.”
“Sounds good…what’s in the bag?”
“Notin’ special, a bottle of water, cigarettes, journal, my father’s head.”
“Your father’s head? What, what, well, where’s the body?”
“In the ground of course… You fuckin’ weirdo.”