Gary Edward Geraci

The Cult of the Old


Like that peculiar taste of tap water from
the drink out of a motel room drinking glass

after tearing off the waxed paper wrapper -
I’d likely never see this room or this place

again said my mother to me but being
just a small boy, I felt no sadness -

I’d yet to face the loss or abandonment
of someone or something I really loved -

room keys used to be metal and there was
always a Gideon Bible in the drawer.

- Gary Edward Geraci