Old Man Sitting

Realism

　

The bones are brittle

as are the thoughts

they crumble

events of yesterdays that never happened

things that happened not remembered

today becomes another time

faces and events mingle

become a crazy quilt

　

He sits and stares

unaware of a spreading map

in his crotch that moves down

his legs and becomes a puddle

at his feet

　

His hands dangle at his sides

veiny gnarled

twitching

are they waiting for some message

from that dead brain

his pulse is almost an insult

　

They say he feels no pain