A Man Who Knows Too Much Poem by John Powers

Sitting in a darkened room, Indian style
with the TV light selling happiness
sits this man.
Toes cold, soles stiff
legs tired and crossed
genitals lonely and discontent
back aching, stomach growling
lungs still breathing
hands folded patiently
heart still beating, beating, beating away
mouth dry
and his eyes
veiled,
but when giving a single spark in the tv light
you can see his eyes stating
quiet disappointment.