Jerry Ratch

Rookie (August 9,1944 / Chicago, IL)

Puppet X,13 - Poem by Jerry Ratch

13



What have they done with us?

Even the witnesses
were choked
Where I have been

People laugh and people die
and they avoid a man who
says
he is lonely

Convinced of the possession
of themselves

They'll kiss the statues
goodnight
and then continue
in a conversation
with someone I
honestly can't see

There's no explaining it…

We live
We look into mirrors
Ladies are drowning in heaven

Another kick in the ass
by a passing cloud

– The collar comes up
around their ears

– You're still
alone


* *

I saw one
drunken
old, old man
without a chin
sweeping out a barn

And every time he'd
knock a cobweb down
he'd say:
'Take that, Florence'

* *

The town you were born in
and lived for awhile

And all died young
Trying to keep in line

The way it's going
we'll all have to become -

- O God, O dresses

- They must tell us
we're good

No more sensibility
than a clam –
and even that's going too far…

Actually
worms are needless here

Nobody cares
whether you sing
or sleep

No matter what

“No matter”

Not exactly dead
yet

And yet, not asleep
not asleep
Certainly not
asleep

But the new years do
glide by unnoticed

All the same

The world takes no walk

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  • (12/16/2009 11:22:00 AM)


    I like you poem its really good beter then any thing I've ever wrote (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009



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