UNTITLED
he speaks it plain
like simple cotton cloth
like grain
simple grain in the field
he says it pure
not bundled
not cooked
raw
he says it plain
like the wind
and not the metaphor of the wind but
the
wind itself
making noise in the
trees
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will I sit later in the coffee shop
are you sitting there
is that you over there
at that table
reading words on the screen
with your backpack beside you
are you on your Iphone
will your finger touch
this word
or this word as we scroll
wheee I roll by
wheee you scroll me the other way
I slide by like there are
tiny bearings under me
I look around
I like the case
looks a lot like mine
nice outfit
looks good
this thing has a good camera
I can see you
are a new visitor
and chances are you will spend
twenty three point seven seconds
and will leave this page
I am that old man
near the window
watching the birds
in the parking lot
and feeling
lost
the birds pause on the
back of a chair
one looks my way
I type these words
your finger scrolls the birds
into view
david michael jackson

So I’ll leave a seed
a spore here on the page
and when you see it it will
take root
in your heart
in the strands of your muscles
but it cannot
can it
The words on this screen can only flicker
here for awhile
and cannot be the wind in the trees
or the yellow and reddish leaves falling from
those trees
Words are only words and yellow leaves are only
leaves and the wind
doesn’t know
they are catching the sunlight
and I’m not so sure myself
So I’ll leave a seed
a spore here on the page
and when you see it it will
take root
in your heart
in the strands of your muscles
and we will pretend it was possible
and this seed will grow
and because these words flickered for a moment
for a moment
maybe
you too can see the leaves falling
and you can say I once saw these
leaves falling and
they were black and they were white
and they flickered for a moment
and fell in piles
and I saw them
lying on the ground
yellow and red
and and and
everybody is an artist and
everybody has a webpage
and and and
everybody is in a band and
everybody has a song and
everybody
everybody
likes some things
that are safe
and and and
it’s a sharing world where
everybody is
special
and and and
everybody shares and likes everyone
but listens to a few
and and and
maybe he didn’t read it but
he pressed that button
because he’s my friend
and I like him
and I like her
and and and
I like everybody
and and and
everything

david michael jackson