David Kowalczyk

Jabberwocky

This word is dizzy

as a popinjay.

It claims to be the

reincarnation of Maxwell Bodenheim.

This word has the heart

of a young moon.

A self-described “Latter-Day Dadaist”,

this word’s eyes are bedraggled and banjaxed.

It has the sorrowful lips of an epidemiologist,

and a bad case of thermonuclear halitosis.

“I have nothing to say, and I am saying it,

and that is poetry!” is the message on its voicemail.

This word can only exist at zero degrees Fahrenheit,

the temperature at which silence becomes audible.

Author Bio

David Kowalczyk lives and writes in Oakfield, New York. His fiction and poetry have appeared in seven anthologies and over one hundred magazines and journals, including Taj Mahal Review, Istanbul Literary Review, and California Quarterly. He has taught English in South Korea and Mexico as well as at Arizona State University.