I had a banner day yesterday, and I even got time to go through the archives some last night and put some things in the queue. There are 47 things there now, in case you’re wondering. Recently, a friend told me, when it comes to writing, things don’t seem the same to everyone. That was something I already knew; the question is, being a writer, do I care? Should I care?
Certainly, I want as many people to like what I write, or take something from it as possible, but if I get hung up on that, I don’t know if I’ll ever get anything done.
This one is not for everyone, but,for those few that it is for, it has the potential to really resonate. Gotta love you fellow word geeks.
“Things for Which The Poet Was Looking”
A man traipses across the page with a pen.
He is conscious of the alliteration attained
through the repetition of letters,
the p being one of the 26 at his command.
He is looking for reasons to use good words,
yummy words, like “traipse” or “haughty.”
He knows he will find them.
From some hidden stereo
in the recesses of his mind comes
the agonizing sound
of Yoko Ono’s
voice on vinyl,
which sometimes comes out “vynil”
on the page before cleaning.
Okay, Yoko, I got ya.
So, you’re walking on thin ice, eh?
Jeez, but can’t it break soon?
The album has a skip in it,
and Yoko does nothing
but repeat this phrase
over and over and over…
His gait is that of a liver-weak drunk
waking in a strange house in the dark.
Still, he has an idea
about the path that lies ahead.
No, the house is foreign;
he’s never been here before,
but he has walked through
many near replicas of it,
one of which he found
in a Stephen Wright routine.
Occasionally his cautious yet haughty foot
pushes up against something unexpected,
or his manic shin barks against something
for which he has forgotten he was looking.
Maybe it’s a word like “haughty,”
or perhaps it’s the idea
of the sensation
of a Yoko Ono song.
Whatever it is,
he knows he’ll be able to use it,
that it wouldn’t have presented itself
had all of the elements not have been in place
for such to occur.
T.S. Eliot told him
to expect as much.