A
reasonable thing
by Treh Dickerson
by Treh Dickerson
the
backyard is at ease
I
stand on the deck and smoke
night
clouds are white layered
on
dark blue, I tap the lid
of
the toy bin
looking
for rainwater to smash
my
cigar in
I
snuff it in the bonfire, drag its good
length
through ash until it unravels,
bends
sideways,
I
waste a thumbs weight
of
tobacco
I
hear crickets and the sharp echo
of
dogs set each other off
Treh
Dickerson: “After
having completed my education and the acquiring of a second-rate
degree in English I continue to write poetry, inspired mostly by
anything that has to do with dutch mysticism in the 19th century
around the cities and villages that comprised New England at that
time, and black comedians (Chris Rock, Richard Pryor, etc). These
poems are crass, reserved, usually follow a form and aim at the
spiritual high of romantics. When they miss, they become honest, and
when they hit they become sound-driven.
“I
write newsletters for a small company in West Lafayette, among other
things”