Michael Pollick Poetry

the first time he said anything,
I was slightly amused, and wrote
it all down on a gum wrapper.
(wrapper's gone now.)

The second time he spoke,
I had a tape recorder all ready,
and captured it all on second-hand tape.
(Do not leave tapes exposed to sunlight.)

The next time he spoke I brought a court reporter,
who promptly fainted when the enormity struck her.
(Hire only seasoned professionals.)

He spoke again the next day
to the Ladies' Auxiliary,
who conveniently left his
name off the program
to make room for dessert.
(Rum raisin cake, must get recipe.)

After this he was seen
speaking to some Boy Scouts,
a few derelicts on 42nd,
various doctors, an occasional jogger,
several veterans,
numerous ministers and rabbis,
bored journalists and itinerant salesmen.

Rumor has it that he spoke to all of us once-
but he was in so much pain that day.
(I thought he was calling for Elijah.)

It was a Savior-to-person call.

Poet: Michael Pollick