POETIC INTERLUDE

(another-again...)



CONVERSATION PIECE

by david jones-

brixton,england

1969'



i took this walk to ease my mind-find out what's gnawing at me?

u wouldn't think to look at me-that i spent a lot of time in education
tho'

it seems so long ago

i'm a thinker-not a talker

(i've no one to talk to anyway)

& i can't see the road for the rain in my eyes



i live above the grocer's store-owned by an austrian

he often calls me down to eat -and he jokes about his broken english
tries to be a friend to me
but for all my years of reading conversation
i stand without a word to say
and i can't see the bridge for the rain in my eyes...

and the world is full of life
full of folk who don't know me
and they walk in 2s or 3s or more
while the light that shines above the grocers store
investigates my face so rudely
and my essays lying scattered on the floor
fulfill their need just by being there

and my hands shake-my head hurts
my voice stinks inside my throat
i'm invisible and dumb
and no one will recall me
and i can't see the water
for the tears in my eyes