DADDY IS COLD-COME WARM HIM UP. Nothing I do, nothing I feel, feels like it did with you. Who would dare suppose such a thing? The twitching id of perpetual need, a litany of denials— life itself, a fragile compassion.
DADDY IS COLD-COME WARM HIM UP. Nothing I do, nothing I feel, feels like it did with you. Who would dare suppose such a thing? The twitching id, hungry, restless, denying itself, devouring itself. Nothing I do, nothing I feel, feels like it did with you.
A litany of denials— a shivering need— life itself, an unanswered call. A litany of denials. Who would dare suppose such a thing? Life itself— DADDY IS COLD-COME WARM HIM UP.
Dave Stankowicz is a retired educator who lives on an island off the coast of Portland, Maine with his wife Debbie Jordan and their dog Cody. Liberated from the responsibilities of teaching he has found the space and time to pursue so much that interests him. Dave is the former host of the WMPG radio show Palm Wine Radio, and currently hosts Next To Silence - an hour long show that explores different themes, genres, artists and record labels. Next to Silence can be streamed live on Peaks Island Radio at https://peaksislandradio.com on Mondays and Fridays @ 7:00 PM EDT, and Tuesdays @noon. You can also stream archived shows at his site (category: next to silence)
He continues his lifelong efforts to master space and time.
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Boho Dreams of Space and Time 
An intriguing poem! And photo, too.
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