filibuster

i’ve put my head in a box

to carry around

and take out when I need it

 

safe, under my arm,

my head in my box

thinks about dangers

heads are exposed to

out in the open

 

the box creates its own noise,

dims the lights,

softens the jangle,

makes my days less harsh,

easier to take or leave

 

i hear what you say

but many times

music fills the box

images flicker,

a new show every minute

 

that’s about what

i’ve accomplished so far–

a warm, secure container

beyond which cruel emotion

washes against other shores

 

i get no safer

than when i’m not me

i suppose that’s quite enough

Published by

Patrick Dobson

Patrick Dobson was founded in 1962. He is a writer, scholar, ironworker, and poet who lives in Kansas City, MO. He is author of two books with the University of Nebraska Press, Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains (2009) and Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer (May 2015). Dobson is a work in progress until termination.

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