Drawing on paper

Signed on the front.

Original Drawing and poem by Sidney Herbst:
Poem:

I just sat there
With only what is
The trees tried to move with the clouds
The hated mynas complaining to their gods
And in a cafe hungry bodies hid from the sun
Incessant, alluring
There are always things, scattered
Waiting for their owner
Waiting to have a job, again

I just sat there
My ears the only thing that listened
Slowly, the light made way for the stars
And the bellowing for money and sex
and perpetual improvement seemed to dissipate.
I think they just turn into muffled cries at night
It allows me to hear my own

I just sat there
My ass had no other place to be
I’ve seen enough from the ones who know
They all know
A choir of preachers singing to prophets
And the ones that sing of love
Seem to have forgotten to love
Or what it means
It’s a pretty tune at least

I just sat there
In solitude, as always
Soon enough my favourite memory swings by
I’ve had the chance to see a few souls in my life
Only a few but it is enough
They were excellent
They all are

I just sat there
And one day I’ll get up
To be a memory
To be alone amongst the others
One last time