here's a salute to a local talent - Roger Evers - mask maker, poet, playwrite, editor and now movie maker.... the man is amazing! This poem is from The Night Of Hobo Dreams - a manuscript currently gathering dust. i think it may end up being part of a much larger project, but who knows if that will ever get off the ground either ....
THE TWO GHOSTS IN ROGER'S ATTIC
unlike most of us -
there are two ghosts in your attic, my friend.
one is the usual: old & angry, waking
at odd hours & kicking the neighbor's sleeping dog
into fits of delirium. he paints graffiti
on your sidewalks & has been known to smash
the windows in your mini-van
when he is extremely bored & cantankerous.
the other is eternally beautiful, eternally young -
the stuff of dreams, or the source,
depending on your perspective. She is awkward
& frail, spending most of her time
convalescing in dark recesses.
but in her rare appearances,
you have been known to orchestrate
beautiful music together.
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
