old man in a wet month in a silent room sitting in a chair
In a silent roomsitting in a chair
being read to by no boy
and too much rain,
I was at those hot gates
I saw the cutlass
we don’t get out until we’ve broken all the commandments
and have denied God
and talked to Him
(He’s on the right side about 60 degrees up for me. You?)
He’s handy for old ladies and
My cat is fond of Him.
He’s not that guy in the book
because once we had the book
we didn’t need
the oral tradition
and the old man
and without them
He became silent
and we no longer listened
……old man in a wet month
in a silent room
sitting in a chair
david michael jackson
The last poem was The Lover’s Hands Poem. The next poem is Forgotten Corners
