Jerry Ratch

Rookie (August 9,1944 / Chicago, IL)

Puppet X,9 - Poem by Jerry Ratch

Puppet X,9



It seems useless to dream
Daydream

- big influential chairs
- clouds carrying the water
without disturbance

(the invisible toys of sleep...)

How many a man
can have

- a man saying: I am king

Still, something had stood up
inside me…

I was
myself

Honest

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009



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