Long Cowlick Poems

• By daniel miltz •


You're not born with cool, you've got to find it. A leather jacket that fits like a glove knows it. Cool is an act. Cool is by learning to stand out...

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I walk towards you,
as you stand waiting at the center of the bridge.

Beneath my feet, aged timbers span the churning river below.
With each step I see you more clearly.
My eyes search out the younger you,
that...

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A Chinese girl I took to a nunnery

			I

I led her
Her silent leg-irons cutting into my shins
That day when the air stood still
Dry as the day perhaps on the hill
					when he spoke standing still
Drier still my...

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No antihistamine can 
unblock the lifetime
accumulation of stoppered emotional gunk
zapping, undermining, and polluting spunk
mine early life in retrospective avast flunk
stripped mined wasteland qua sinkhole,

where eternal reverberations soundlessly plunk
inescapable deafening, and
blinding this targeted
"scapegoat" bullied by most...

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The eye is such a braggart with its emerald this and hazel that.
Does no one dream about an ear or a nose?
(personally ... I find the shin and pinkie toe quite fascinating)
But it is a...

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tight the eager eye
on the promise of what could be
bright with summer day
faded now with autumn's touch
the quick natural boys run fast in the the shadows
powerful to the truths of their age
young with wet cowlick...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eight

At her feet gather daily plumage dark white to brown leather
Pigeons geese crows sparrows larks and wild ducks in sunset colour
And the resident owners of the waters by...

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There is no hint, or clue
This sweet child of two
Could ever comprehend
this hug, and how it heals
all the wrongs the world has known
how it takes me to moon, gives me hope when I am blue.

With...

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There is no hint, that this child of three
Could comprehend..
With his unknowing, smiling face,
With a cowlick in his hair, freckles here and there 
Who takes the air from my lungs, at a glance
Skin glistening, pink...

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I Wish I’d Known You When You Were Three

With your cowlick choppy hair,
eyes big bowls of blue, your sticky hands,
I would have brought bubbles to blow & make you laugh, 
chasing them & me.

I would...

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It is you, Lord, to which I pray,
On this lonely, sleepless night.
You see my little girl is with you,
And I need you to hold her tight.
Lord, I really don’t understand,
Why she had to go be...

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My hair tries to define me
I laugh in her straggly non- curls
Hoping to shame me, she taunts me
About being messy and unkempt

Together we could be a social disgrace
except only she cares, wanting a brushing,
regular combs...

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Wish on your left hand, spit in the right hand.
Tell me my good friend what do you expect?
I'll tell you. Nothing! Do you understand?
Wishing is nothing but willful neglect.
To sit awaiting your ship to come...

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Not many know of Lots brother
Named Notso, (I think it is Dutch)
God would talk to Lot quite a lot
Sadly, to Notso, not so much!

Notso would stand outside staring
At Edith, (That's Lots wife, by the way)
Made...

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Who was it that first said..  
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?

And what of sweet wetted fingers that comb..
to straighten this messed heart cowlick...

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