In Stuyvesant Park, September 2, 2010. Bill reads Quack. Quack It’s only frustrating because we know what It should be & it’s not. I went to a shrink Once & he said maybe you’re better off not seeing Beyond your nose. Maybe you’re better off kid Digging your ditches writing your poems going home For what are poems but these disturbances of silence These disturbing glimpses of other forms of lives As for instance, a duck has to make a connection For whatever reason, with another duck. So what’s The duck do? Quack. He goes Quack my name is Donald & I’m lonely. Quack my name is Donald & I’m going crazy. & beyond my lake’s the valley & I Donald I see the mountains & the spacious skies And beyond that this sexy silence. Quack I kiss you, silence. for more poetry and other stuff, check out: donyorty.com
