Cody Badaracca
Poetry
Scattering the words into the high caverns of my skull,
I mince through, looking for ones that shine and
try to make sense of them the way
Creole-hoodoo-mystics read fortunes in coffee dregs and paprika,
or crazies pick out secret government messages in cereal commercials.
Like Bigfoot and aliens, Cody Badaracca is out there, somewhere, waiting.