Poem of the Month

 That Drunken Teacher

 Still under a tree        Dylan Thomas’ words pour

from  his mouth             Milkwood, Llaregubb, “bugger all”

he invites me into              the prop room full of manikins

wooded area in the hills           we fall deep in beer cans  

clatter of Welsh                              I wake up different from a daisy

some dandelion seeded                on  Coronation Street

or near the River Dewi             don’t Organ Morgan love his Bach  

where’d my bloom go           now I’m walking offstage                    

curtained hair mane          in a tall territory

night-haunted               sometimes in sleep