By Jim Daniels
I stir in night’s dark pudding.
Three Jesuses ago
the clock hands were crosses.
Night stirring me — moon pie
and the magic rain of stars.
You too can be a winner.
You too can wear a sweater.
You can wipe your napkin with a chin.
Birth and death blur God’s mailing address
and take the Mickey out of Mouse or
take the Mickey out of Jesus.
I lost count.
I fold my fingers into fists
and punch the lights out.
Are you waiting for night to settle?
I have a wooden spoon. Together
we can paddle through.
Jim Daniels’ recent books include Having a Little Talk with Capital P Poetry, Carnegie Mellon University Press, All of the Above, Adastra Press, and Trigger Man, short fiction, Michigan State University Press, all published in 2011. Birth Marks, BOA Editions, will appear in 2013.