Poetry

Dementia

newman_chicago_1951We who peel turkey

Boil muffins

Darn juice,

We live in upheaval,

on stairs, in a roof.

No nursery rhyme fancies

Not sane or insane,

Bedazzled, befuddled, bewildered

In pain,

We are legions at night

And dry rivers by day.

We have giggled and elbowed

And kissed and made up.

The things we have seen

in the past are enough

To sustain the moist shell

Of the scenes we view now:

moving pictures on walls,

boats on lawns,

ghosts in halls.

We who eat charcoal

Ride onions

And fall.

.

Image: Chicago, Marvin E. Newman 1951,

 

 

 

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