 | My mad friend called, a poem by Peter Menkinposted by Peter Menkin, FullTuesday, May 25th 2010 @ 1:49 AM (not yet rated) |
My mad friend called
a poem by Peter Menkin
written 2002
When my friend phones
to visit
he tells me he is perfect.
20 years ago the law partners
told him he had to leave.
His wife divorced him.
She won't talk to him anymore again ever.
He owns a hat, shares a room
with a 90 year old man in the retirement home
and says this evening let's go to a movie.
His fraternity brothers still
take his calls. The local judges
know his name. Mania claimed him.
Considering himself a singer
He visits three supermarkets a week
And sings in the checkout line. People applaud.
He likes gospel church, all Black,
but he is Jewish. They take him in at the prayer
meeting. God is God everywhere.
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