Jerry Ratch

Rookie (August 9,1944 / Chicago, IL)

Puppet X,22 - Poem by Jerry Ratch


And so
good-bye to flowers
Good-bye to the purple iris
of time and pansies

glass (4 pm)

Of life
Of what the desolate imagination
makes of it

Of what is
to come
for someone in this room

you'll forget who you are
Who you were
or wanted to be

This is going to
make me dance

Your obnoxious soul
Pestering twilight
with its presence…

Somebody put a head on the body
and an arm, and a leg
and stuck it all back together again

Then it sat up and said, 'Hello...'

Ah, the sweet cardboard
As it's never been

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 27, 2009

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