This poem for instance…

Pulls water from graves
Silence and issue

Rise within it
Though it has no roots

Say what you like poems are like fungi
The mushrooms of lapland

With their hydraulic psychedlias
Reindeer eat them

Only to wander about
Stoned out of their minds

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto