Friday, November 26, 2010

The writing of a poem (IF you wish to write a poem)

go to your father, tell him this 
is painful, you should leave, we should stay 
in the Mississippi- the fish get tired quicker
elsewhere.Write a letter to your first grade 
teacher, say i lied, i really did 

Steal from the girl
with two ponies and i'm 
glad i did and then let you 

Teach me about god. Its greater without another 
syllable but goddammit that was grief,and i respect you 
for your innocence. Write to your teenage self 

Stop babies ahead but no don't 
fuck around.When you want to write a poem
become a month of harvest instead.Write to yourself
for every letterbox you fruitlessly dissected in your teens,
for how you reached only bones each time organs 
missing as blood or bile.become a month 

Of overflowing trashcans from the binge 
eating acne menstrual 
problems break ups. drink a solution 
of explosives and apple juice,every Eve learning to explode, buy her own food
or eat out of her ovaries. Dont make any make nothing
but excuses or someone believe.Write

To yourself your metaphors are too far out.Your
life is at the stake with that punctuation left to another's will,
you are a bad liar with weak lungs,quit.When they
don't get the game, you're a bad player so quit, light
a candle, write another shopping list or
a travel guide- exit the valley with
the toy soldiers,telescopes,the 

Moments before each plane crash on your mantle
think about each face of the dead that you remember- with
the warts,ones with the skydiving gelidity,
the frequents at the Mountain Bike Forums 

With the juts and gashes, write them epitaphs.In
some mention the faces you wish you could
have seen, their brothers,the wet
hair from the last time you remember(ed) 

Having seen them,pet your peeves
and apologise for the lack of italics they could
do nothing without the lumberjacks.When you 
want to write a poem learn ride a zebra instead.Hold 

Your love affairs and sweet talk, make a speech on the
dying breed of rare sheep, their scientific
name stuck around the edges of your teeth.Do anything but

This, because nothing is scarier, more
pathetic and discarded than 
the writing of a poem in reverse cause 
otherwise it would begin in the woods,breathe 
heavy for a while and then drop 

There on the knees with the stopped antique
watches buried at different points you would 

never arrive upon.


Richa said...

Wasn't a crap attempt at poetry, not at all. Wow, that's all I'll say.

Anonymous said...

i just loooove every word, nay every letter.
the Bukowski, i know .

purple deepens.. said...

Oh you are my favorite Girl!