“It wasn’t his physical condition that kept him here, but his sadness.”
– Fuckhead (from Dennis Johnson’s Jesus’ Son)
Dreams of soft boyhood and flowers and all
The things that come with packed dirt and turkey
Sandwiches. Of childhood conniption frantic
Alphabetical raving of left and right head shakes.
Take this tongue and put it to the roof of your mouth
While the Alarm rang and ringing and snoozing but he
Cannot get up, the tv is tuned too loud he thinks
It is his father’s voice again shouting from
The oblivion of ignorance.
Jackson Dickert is a poet from Columbia, South Carolina. He is currently attending the South Carolina Governor’s School for the Arts & Humanities.