Don Knotts

My generation,
for what it is worth,
is the last to know
the past.

Like
the sweet sound of the type writer.
as it stabs the clean white paper,
with its inky
chaos.

Each generation
arriving at the same conclusion
as each
generation before them has:

That
some things will be lost,
from a time when
the past was in black and white.

The sounds of big bands,
The innocent laughter of
of a world
without
the f word in its comedy.

Sex was to be
insinuated,
suggested,
let them figure it out.

The past
true genius lost,
names no longer
mentioned,

footnotes.

Danny Kay,
Don Knotts,
Even,
that punk,
ol' Milton Burell.

Don Knotts was
genius.
whether you, realize it or not.

He is the reluctant astronaut,
the incredible mr. Limpet,
the ghost and mr. chicken.

He was a mad man,
genius,
and simply funny.

He will be lost in cyber streams and reruns,
known as that old guy trying to find out if Jack was gay on threes company.
If even that.



07'