Garden

A Poem by nikki sicki

dads garden

Dad
We were outside
He was the only man in the world that could pick up the heaviest tree-house
No He CANT!
Oh yeah...My dad knows karate and works with Master Kim the god of all mortal combat..so there!
we drove the..MONSTER...a big green standard
truck, with green carpet
it was green
We sang Zztop and Johnny be a good boy
I was 8 or 9
I wore a great white t-shirt
with my blue-green hair and fake nose ring
He wore his grateful dead and hemp
necklace with the glass mushroom inside
Any store was a Duby
Daddy lets go to the Duby and get some stuff
When I ate too-much Ice-cream and my head
started to hurt
He taught me to say..Oh I have a tick a Tick!
He told me if I kept a penny under my tongue my nose would stop bleeding
I couldn't wait to get back outside
We mowed lawns together
he had a garden
With an intricate above ground sprinkler system
He was an inventor too
He had a garden
Not a garden, a Manly garden
which he made his hot sauce from
he ate it on his spaghetti
I was the strongest, like him
and I could take out the trash
You have no more gardens
You don't even keep your yard green
That yard that remind you of me
something you used to love
but have forgotten and don't need
People change like the movement in the sand
In this flashback
I will
Never Understand
where'd you go?