Séance Poem by Goddo Faggotte

I am buying Olde Books with easy cash
to uncover Common Sound Sense
for The Here & Now
hidden between the foxed and yellowed pages
of All Those Years Ago.

Reading Olde Words in heavy
deliberate print in these uncertain
marshmallow days of sweetness,
with young, unknowing eyes,
is reassuring.

Understanding Olde Wisdoms when the wise
are long buried and lately rejected,
is a lonely task of fathoming.
Yet I dare disturb their rest
and call on them again to give and guide.