---

 

This writing was accepted for publication in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book “Drowning in the Darkness” Down in the Dirt, v174 (the August 2020 Issue) Order the paperback book:

Order this writing that appears in the one-of-a-kind anthology Outside the Box the Down in the Dirt May-Aug. 2020 issues collection book		get the 422 page May-Aug. 2020 Down in the Dirt 6" x 9" ISBN# paperback book:

Old Poets

Timothy Resau

Still unpublished.

Shooting beer, coffee and nicotine
at crazy nerves—
waiting in un-pressed Dickey’s khaki in stashed
Eighth Avenue cafeterias,
caught hiding behind Dick Tracy
with yesterday’s news:

Extra ... Extra ...
Truman Drops Atomic Bomb on Japan!
War Ends!

A mid-town lockout,
spilling his draft beer
across the Saturday Review of Literature,
where Wallace Stevens’ heavily insured eyes
stare back like dead olive pits
from the bottom of a martini.

The nutty poet-uncle as obscure bum,
muttering to Whitman’s ghost
with handwritten copies of poems
dating back too far to remember—
To find himself he can now Dial-A-Poem
and discover obscurity sitting there—
just another busy signal to hold onto.

He does a lota eccentric weeping
upon the bumpy lines,
while keeping detailed lists of memories,
written in blunt pencil
on the flip side of our minds.

Copyright of written pieces remain with the author, who has allowed it to be shown through Scars Publications and Design.Web site © Scars Publications and Design. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission from the author.

Problems with this page? Then deal with it...