recipe / for disaster’s nubile suburbian clatters / where everything counts and nothing quite matters.
Robert Busiakiewicz’s new poem reinvents the traditional lullaby in a complicated modern family setting.
“And outside this box there are no choices, but willed decisions,
Willed enigmas and willed omissions.”
Grant us an audience! Crucial impediments
went unadressed due to evident sentiments…
When they asked me where my world was, or who cleaved this third face upon a person, (not because there was time to toss)…
Blistering colours in their permutations sit less heavy than this, shuddering silences held their swollen tongues for want of hearing Earth’s choicest bliss at…
Smile, always smile, tip-toeing around the dormant elephant
this room forgot, carefully complimenting each tawdry element.