Hey
over here
HELLO IN THERE
HEEEY CAAAN YOU HEEEAAAR ME
All you poets
in Facebook
You can’t hear me out here
You are in there
liking pictures
Remember us out here
with your poems
They are pictures
old pictures of pioneers
black and white pictures of people
in old photos
staring
and being still
We will
wait for you
david michael jackson
Remember the Easter eggs?
Remember running
and hunting them,
finding them,
remember the taste?
and your favorite color?
Remember finding them
under a leaf or
behind a tree
where they were
carefully hidden
lovingly hidden,
and you ran
oh you ran
and you laughed
oh how you laughed
Remember you had the bag?
or a basket?
There was always a bag
or basket,
at Christmas,
Halloween,
Easter,
and we were
always running
with our bag
and laughing
and our laughter
was the best
music of
our times.
david michael jackson
I walked into the
room and James
was there and we were
both twitching,
same eye,
INTRAC it was called,
some name they made up,
we had t-shirts,
there was golf,
there were picnics,
there were banners,
James and I can be seen
in the pics,
you can’t see the twitch.
but the eyes do look blurry,
it started at the cheek
and went to the eye,
this twitch,
it showed up especially
after the speeches,
there was a team
there was a coach,
he didn’t have the ball,
we had the ball.
James twitched,
I twitched,
we worked,
we made it work.
One night at eleven
we were there,
the team,
the ball,
He came roaring
out of his office,
James and I looked up,
twitched,
Where is the list I gave you people?
Is this the best you can do?
I have people.
They want to know our level of confidence.
Is it really eighty percent
and how can we get to
eighty
five
?”
You can see him
in the picnic photo
with his thumbs up
……………..david michael jackson
Trusting the Breeze
When the breeze settles upon the
buildings
like the cat settles into
the empty box or
basket,
when the dust settles
after floating in the air
or appearing
in the shaft of light
from the window,
when suddenly the odor
of ozone in the air before the
storm
settles into the corners of
the afternoon,
then, and only then,
will I turn the page
– David Michael Jackson
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