Friday, December 28, 2012

THE UMPTEENTH TIME

okay, let's go over this again
for the umpteenth time.
i am not a writer.
i have never been a writer.

i have no aspirations to become a writer.
i am a poet. that's all, a poet.
writers and poets are not necessarily mutual.
sometimes they are one and the same,
but rarely.

hats off to the writers that are poets,
and poets that are writers;
again, not mutual.

there are lots more poets than writers
every third house has a poet.
about every 100th mile for a writer.
writers have rules, poets have none.

poets roam wherever they wish to roam;
free to be alone, or not to be alone.
there are not rules.

writers cannot understand any of this.
writers need rules, need their backs scratched,
need to be tucked in a night.
need to be assured, and reassured, loved.

poets love, hate in the same breath.
poets smell the same bathed or not.
there are some of us poets who take
great offense being called a writer.

writers don't care what you call them
as long as someone feeds them.
poets work better hungry, anxious.
of course, regardless what you call us poets,
we'll write a poem about it. 







Thursday, December 27, 2012

INDULGENT LOOK

indulgent look
this narcissistic bastard
ass on fire
sees himself in mirror
conquering hero
self-preservation
key to successful recognition 
but still, after all this
just another pretentious 
bullshitter 
beating himself to death
with bad boozeand bad news
and several loose
screws



stubborn and profoundly proud
in some societies 
becomes a death sentence




Wednesday, December 26, 2012

SKY THE LIMIT

the sky is not the limit
there are no limits

the crow came down from the tree,
told the chicken, you're the limit

the chicken said, I'll be with you in a minute,
the creek runs by with no minutes in it

the crow said i think I'll fly
the chicken said, i think you lie

the crow said, the creek has no minutes in it
the chicken said, give the creek a minute

the crow said, i just shit in it
the chicken cried, you're a vulture

the crow said, it is my nature
the crow said, will you marry me

the chicken cried, you'll never have me
the creek cried, who shit in me

the crow said, it wasn't i
the chicken screamed, you lie