Tim Tipton

A Son’s Fantasy

I close my eyes

I am told to think of someone I love

Or whom I want to be close to; my father, perhaps?

I see him standing in front of my eyes

Strong, capable, unwavering

Constantly in action, never stopping; on the make

I see him as an animal

I can’t make up my mind

A talented blue jay, I think, singing; all day long

Or I see him as a big papa grizzly bear

Foreboding, strong, large with a hobby for curiosity

In a flash, I change him to a dutiful beaver; on the job

Proclaiming a simple profession of collecting all things

Twigs of pain, leaves of excitement, pieces of good

thoughts

Pleasure and despair with birches of feelings; high and low

I suit a noble body of a platypus propelling myself

through the water

Circling and swimming about this paternal beaver packing

carefully and securely

Craving his attention, making a fool of myself; for his devotion

I am told to put the beaver and platypus together

Maintaining the dam to withhold the stream of sensation

Father and the son together, collecting and packing; always and forever.

Jacket

i lazily moved

my hand up

inside the front

of your jacket

longing for fleshy

nourishment/ my

fingers slowly

possessed the

curves of your

body/ it was

gallant and holy,

you looked at me

and smiled/ your

teeth were ivory/ your

eyes green and

kind/that moment

was wondrous/ i

knew i'd never

have another one

quite like it again, ever.

Cool Moon

It’s midnight,

My body is tired

I’m dying for my bed

Set comfortably before

Eyes closed shut for the night

I pray to myself,

My tomorrow self,

Let’s get up early next morning

Before the birds begin their song

Throw cold water

On your face

Step outside the house

Before the neighbors wake & make noise

Before the sky lightens

see the cool moon-- a moon

cooler than any moon slowly

Fade into the dawn light

smell the salt from the brisk sea air

Be watchful of the gulls jammed together

On the bank scrounging for breakfast

I want to feel the full autumn air on my neck

Let thoughts of loneliness float

Away like puffs of clouds

I want to keep an eye out for every color

under the new sun that cut the city as it

passes

I want to get up early tomorrow morning

And see my place in the world & what is in

Store for me.