- On the Ghost Ship Lollipop
A time at Crater Lake, this snag floating around what, a century or nobody knows, but the thing
is the old tree wherever it battered down from doesn’t sink, doesn’t moor. A lake with no outlet,
all night with no one looking it moves, following like us some current.
In this poem everything is better than it really is.
That’s why I’m dancing like this, to the right, to the left (too many th-words
though, like thorns or terrapins riding the deadfall) Forget I said
poem. I want to drown out that signal, throw it down break it and step forward as myself
say I’m not a tree, I’m more or who knows, temporary and gentle and cruel, some
times I just stand and do this and sing along with my arms. (long way down & so blue) [End Page 10]
Ed Skoog is the author of two collections of poems, Rough Day (2009) and Mister Skylight (2013). He lives in Missoula, Montana.