Jesse Weiner

Why I Could Be A Mystic

Poem by Jesse Weiner

the book was lost, it was
a good book, a poetry
book. one I hated to
lose. I wanted to find

it, looked on every shelf,
might have put it away
wrong. made me sad,
I've lost too many books.

looked under every bed,
looked in the closets.
I heard simon perchik
was a lawyer, wanted

to find his bio. I even
looked in the vegetable
bin in my fridge. I looked
again, on every shelf,

saw the spot where it
belonged, under the
beds again, cleaned
out the dust. I've lost

too many books
before, this is no
good. I thought perchik
was a diplomat, not

a lawyer. I went to bed,
got up, looked under
the bed again. there
it was, I think it appeared

by magic. simon schuchat
was the diplomat. how
did it get there
the third time i looked?

Comments about Why I Could Be A Mystic by Jesse Weiner

  • Laraine Freeman (12/4/2013 10:42:00 PM)

    well old did it again. made me hate you even more after 2 years..Love skate(Report)Reply

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  • Raynette Eitel (1/28/2007 2:41:00 PM)

    Jesse...just my opinion, but this seems funny prose to me...rather than poetry.


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  • Poetry Hound (2/18/2005 4:19:00 AM)

    Sure, you're a mystic ... or you just need glasses.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 17, 2005