{"id":2131,"date":"2014-01-29T04:29:46","date_gmt":"2014-01-29T04:29:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=2131"},"modified":"2017-07-12T01:56:51","modified_gmt":"2017-07-12T01:56:51","slug":"sits-sy-roth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/sits-sy-roth\/","title":{"rendered":"He Sits by Sy Roth"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Sy-pic-by-June.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2132 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Sy-pic-by-June.jpg\" alt=\"Sy-pic-by-June\" width=\"382\" height=\"600\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 382px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 382\/600;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"line-height: 1.5em;\">He Sits <\/span><\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"line-height: 1.5em;\">by Sy Roth<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He sits in his garage,<br \/>\nDressed in black jogging pants,<br \/>\nBlack nylon jacket striped in white along the sleeves matches.<br \/>\nThe pants bottoms pulled up to his calves show<br \/>\nWhite support hose<br \/>\nMakes his ankles look like sausages.<\/p>\n<p>He sits side saddle on his plastic chair<br \/>\nRagged-thin flowery cushion draped at his back<br \/>\nPeonies stretched paper thin,<br \/>\nPores over the latest installment of Newsday.<br \/>\nNeighbors\u2019 petty queries, wonder.<\/p>\n<p>Ubiquitous red-hazy cigarette aglow between his yellowed fingertips,<br \/>\nHe exhales gray clouds of smoke.<br \/>\nLike a Sphinx, he guards his space<br \/>\nAn aging monument tinctured in carbon monoxide.<\/p>\n<p>Lonely warrior of a steamer trunk of memories<br \/>\nPiled helter-skelter into the corner of his loneliness.<br \/>\nConducts the business of waiting and sitting<br \/>\nAs the copse of cigarettes mound.<\/p>\n<p>He resides at his table<br \/>\nHunched in his plastic chair<br \/>\nCrossing and uncrossing his sausaged legs<br \/>\nNewspaper words, a shimmering oasis<br \/>\nDance on the pages before him.<\/p>\n<p>Lackadaisically he turns his head to the street<br \/>\nA plume of smoke escapes his lips,<br \/>\nIn a passing nod to humanity.<br \/>\nHe sits.<\/p>\n<p>###<\/p>\n<p>Retired after forty-two years as teacher\/school administrator, he now resides in Mount Sinai, far from Moses and the tablets. This has led him to find words for solace. He spends his time writing and playing his guitar. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin&#8217; Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller&#8217;s Pond Poetry, The Artistic Muse, Word Riot, Samizdat Literary Journal, Right Hand Pointing, The Screech Owl, Epiphany, Red Poppy Review, Big River, Poehemians, Nostrovia Poetry&#8217;s Milk and Honey, Siren, Palimpsest, Dead Snakes, Euphemism, Humanimalz Literary Journal, Ascent Aspirations, Fowl Feathered Review, Vayavya and Kerouac&#8217;s Dog.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He Sits by Sy Roth &nbsp; He sits in his garage, Dressed in black jogging pants, Black nylon jacket striped in white along the sleeves matches. 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