Theodore M. Wandzilak
Never Spoke
I died in my mother's chair
Where she chained smoked
I died her death of endless neglect
As she watched white walls turn to tar stained yoke
–she never spoke
I died in my father's chair
Across from my mother's
I died his death of endless regret
As he watched white walls turn to tar stained yoke
–he never spoke
I died in my ancestral chair
Where I drank red wine
I died a death of endless despair
As I watched white walls turn to carmine
–we never spoke
Bio
My name is Theodore M. Wandzilak, and I am an Ophthalmologist in Louisville , Ky. I was a chemistry major in college and took a "Beat Poetry" course as a diversion from my major 40 years ago. I have been hooked on free form and prose poetry ever since. City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco has become one of my favorite haunts.