"The M.O." and "Pocket Man"

The M.O

A bird

lands on a tree beyond the balcony

A cat

light steps its way to my door

A rooster

crows, and Juicy barks at the sound

of a slamming door

I panic.



Pocket Man


The idea of sleep


The third world


pins drop over the city

the wind whistles 

to no verdict 

Take me sleep

protect me, like angel music




mother for not being

an explanation

I have for this

an idea of revenge:

to fall on dead ears


Masturbation masters not

what it feels like

outside singing cartoons

or to decide between nouns and verbs

the silent “is”

of ‘this abstained sky, stark

from a lack of clouds’


Ekphrase empty space

and stretch into oblivion

What else am I missing

but a white building


Patience recovers


After a mishap 

why does the moon

look like Swiss cheese?


Maybe laughter

Maybe the joy

Maybe arousal


Maybe pleasure


Maybe John Coltrane

Maybe Voodoo


Maybe Scooby-Doo

Maybe the light of my laptop

at night

the squid like luminous shape

on the screen saver

a blooming star.         That

moment            before        



Darryl / Dadou / Baron Wawa

Darryl / Dadou / Baron Wawa is a Port-au-Prince born Haitian-American who studied Photography and Creative Writing. He enjoys chocolate and good books. That said, maybe a movie is a good book. He loves to work with images and words and their pairing.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Thursday, January 30, 2020 - 22:02