Saturday, August 1, 2015

Jay Frankston- Two Poems


The God that isn't
is in the hospital
following the gurney
that's headed for the operating room.

The God that isn't
is under the car
where the girl is pinned
after the accident.

The God that isn't
is in the trenches of war
alongside the boys
who huddle in fear.

The God that isn't
is on the ceiling
of the darkened bedroom
when you can't sleep.

The God that isn't
is or isn't
depending on where
life finds you.

                              Jay Frankston
                              Little River, CA 95456


GOD has left the premises.
He has moved to another galaxy.
He left a note for us on the mantelpiece.
I'll read it  to you:

GOODBY! I'm leaving.
I am really disappointed in you.
I gave you a world full of beauty,
with sunsets and dawns, clouds and stars,
flowers and butterflies, colors and sound.
And what have you done with my gifts?
You've become greedy.
You are obsessed with your possessions
always wanting more.
You feel innocent and righteous
but you know what you must do and you don't do it.
And you know what you mustn't do and you do it.

You ignore the poor, the sick and the downtrodden. 
You make excuses for yourself. "I need the job". 
"I have a mortgage to pay". "I'm too busy"
or "I haven't got the time".
You manage to blame "them" for all your ills.
"Them", the politicians, the corporations,
the blacks, the Jews and Wall street.
The other fellow in any case.
And you are blind to your participation.

You spoil the air you breathe
and defecate in your own garden.
You travel far and wide
to massacre women and children
and blame me for not stopping you.
You wreck havoc upon the world
and ask me for help in restoring some order
from your chaos.

Goodby! I've lost faith in you.
If you manage to survive your abuses,
if you come to your senses before it is too late,
I may return to your world
and bring back the Hope you have squandered.

                              Jay Frankston
                              Little River, CA 95456


Jay Frankston was raised in Paris, France. Narrowly escaping the Holocaust he came to the U.S. in 1942, became a lawyer and practiced on his own in New York for nearly twenty years, reaching the top of his profession, sculpting and writing at the same time.

In 1972 he gave up law and New York and moved himself and his family to Northern California where he became a teacher and continued to sculpt and write.

He is the author of several books and of a true tale entitled "A Christmas Story" which was published in New York, condensed in Reader's Digest, translated into 15 languages, and called a Christmas Classic by many reviewers.

El Sereno, his latest novel, is a short epic set in Spain with authentic historical background. It took ten years and two trips to Madrid to complete.

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