OH, HELLO
willie and lobo
tonight
and the summer nights oh
the summer nights
the hazy moon says
hello
the last of the brandy says
goodbye
and we come and go and pass into the
summer
nights
and we become the wind in the grasses
and the hot breeze which passes
makes us like leather,
tough enough to take the heat
ah,
bring it on
I’ll sit here and run my toes in the freshly cut grass
and tough it out
– David Jackson.
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a poem for elisha
my friend he teaches me to be free
he teaches me
to try yes, to simply try
that is all that is required
and I am proud to sit in
his shadow as
the rain falls or
the sun burns my day
I am proud to say
I was not there in the battles
I was not there in the kibbutz
in the dry dusty streets
waiting for the army trucks
waiting for the war
I was not there
my friend was and he speaks for me
and he leads me
beside the still
waters
such is my love
for my friend
– David Jackson
***
or more trivial
and evil by the connection,
lockstep,
or
stupid expression of
athiesm, or
what, stupidity?
What did he expect,
that the hordes would not rise?
leaving his daughter
at risk?
One wonders
either way,
like the 200 nukes in Pakistan and India
If you cover yourself with manure
then radiation cannot affect
you.
The NUKES are sAFE mAN
nO pROBLEM
everything’s fine,
and if you happen to be from another galaxy and
find this
amid the fossil remains,
well,
we blew ourselves up.
***
And What If I Should Win
by David Jackson
what, then
fame or peace?
Which is it?
When the music flows like the sunrise settles
upon the horizon, like the
wind itself
settles upon the
contours of the
windows into
the soul
itself, or
into the poem
of hope itself,
yes, the embodiment of hope within the music,
within the music, the embodiment of the
music, the
soul, the visual,
the
art,
at least
tries,
at least
settles into the trickle
of a small stream
somewhere
making
almost silent
peace.
***