Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Weight

To young poets in love…

Make sure all your poems rhyme.
Use all the polishing tools.
Proper meter.
Symbols.
Fair-skinned women -
always tender.

Cause here in the real world .

With -
dying parents,
no book deals,
blisters on hands,
masturbatory hangovers,
morning whiskey breath.

With never enough.

I wait.
Sit, smoke.
Watch a cop drive by.
Wait.
Watch another snake in the leaves.
Wait.
Watch a book return to the earth.
Wait.


Cause here in the real world - we’re all waiting.

No comments: