Poems

The Good Doll

The Good Doll
child the olds me bought a roly-poly doll. see a doll empty of
language,
that carries the counter-weight in the base and that hit with force towards whatever
direction, always ends for be right.
 
had the atrocious smile and the look hole.
 
I spent long hours sat
trying to knock down him, but never I managed it. for more that in the head it
I hit
the red doll it did arrange stay right.
 
the game made me the Big Roly-poly Doll:
see a subject empty of language,
that carries the counter-weight between the legs and that, hit with force towards
whatever direction, always ends for be right.
 
this no please to the elders,
so happy and focused in the art of ordering.
 
I am for you the Good Doll.
if you want to try how I right myself
 
hit my head.