“Passage of time; Palate for wine;
The Old is sublime; On the palette mix finehues - draw new lines;
The beauty, form both in mind;
The painting is moving - following eyes: The art is alive.”
- Old Dying Joe
“I’m ready to shake the unsteady;
Decisive and firmer already, I empty my pockets:
A broken watch-locket, the hands both have stopped
- It’s a monument - symbolic of time that dissolved considering too many options
- Now I know what I must do:
I must assume - resume the position - initiate;
Intimate minutes ensue posthaste - I won’t wait -
Boldface: ‘BOOM!’
The microphone’s checked;
Self-respect’s been detected - I will follow through;
Written words are transmitted - emit fitting sounds in the room;
Don’t afford the disorder:
Record and record ‘til the record spins true.”
- Old Dying Joe
About the Creator
Joseph Severo
I’m Old Dying Joe.
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