David Michael Jackson

What Shall I Say Poem by David Michael Jackson

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What Shall I Say

 

Shall I say I have drifted in silence
with the leaves on this creek
or
I have lain in quiet solitude
with these bleached logs.
Shall I say I am the wind
and have seen the river
into which the creek flows
and the sea.

No,
simply this
and only this,

bottomland corn
a creek
and a young man throwing rocks
at leaves.

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david michael jackson  circa 1970  I was 22

David Michael Jackson Doesn’t Exist Poem

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I do feel alone in my writing.
Like Emily
Like Vincent.
Also I feel my writing is for naught.
I am the poem in the night.
for some kid in Singapore.
My words are magnetic spots.
Nobody has a book.
My words are supported by 10 bucks to my host,
not by the world.
You see nobody put me on hard paper where I’ll be preserved.
I am the monks who make sand drawings
which are swept away.
I am the poem in the night.
If the kid in Singapore commented…that would be nice but
I’m still magnetic spots.
Not much different from real life
David Michael Jackson isn’t real
doesn’t exist.
Just ask Wiki or the Times.

H E Hasben Struck by Lightning in the Artvilla Parking Lot

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This just in:

H E Hasben was struck by lightning in the Artvilla parking lot  after posting his “My God Poem” late last night. Medics one the scene report that Hasben suffered burns on much of his body especially his rear end.

Our correspondent was able to obtain a statement from Hasben. “It was a clear night. There was a flash.”

Medical personnel say that Mr. Hasben will recover but his hair may be permanently singed and he has a faint smell of sulpher.