Verse:
Lindeman, Jack
Jack Lindeman Growing Deaf
I am tired of listening
with my cars shaped like knotholes
and nothing in sight.
I lie down in my own trough
and Iced on my mind.
Each nibble enriches a thought,
each...
...snug as a seed in its clay, but more like u child confined with his toys...
...No harassment of words though the wind can be clever with sighs and the leaves chatter like verbs while 1 in my bones lying down in a dream am locked like a monk in his cell: not one who has died...
...I lie down in my own trough and Iced on my mind...
...Jack Lindeman Growing Deaf I am tired of listening with my cars shaped like knotholes and nothing in sight...
...concealed from the prattle of rain.he prattle of rain...
...Each nibble enriches a thought, each sound but a silence...
Vol. 115 • March 1988 • No. 6
