Content is Everything
Posted: October 29th, 2018, 10:45 am
Content is Everything
______________________
i sat down at my keyboard
all ready to write a killer poem
you know the kind - the one
that will remain with you
until your last breath as you
recite those words that you've
carried around in you for 23-1/2 years,
repeating that poem that i wrote for
the whole world to oogle and awe over
like a great piece of chocolate cake
covered thickly in dark, sinfully dark,
chocolate imported to my front door
by fedex all the way from the wilds of
the amazonian jungles that have yet
to be discovered by just any white man
yeah... you get the idea
now read that poem and tell me what
you think about it - what you really think...
don't give me know sweet talking b.s.
that carries as much soul as a rainbow trout
laying on a flat rock in the desert sun gasping
for it's waterworld while you just sit there and
watch it without a care in your world about that
trout that left behind a family of four that are
still looking for their father and friend up and down
the stream and looking behind every smooth stone.
but wait! i just realized i forgot something very important -
this poem i'm going to write has absolutely no content
none whatsoever and we all know there can never be
a poem in any language on the face of this earth that
will ever be one of the most highly revered poems ever
if there is no goddam content and it just rings with
a shallowness and a foreboding emptiness that leaves
poetry readers (and you know all about them!) scratching
their heads wondering if content has escaped them
so they reread this killer poem one more, two more,
hell, there are a couple of readers that reread it three times
before they reach the conclusion that this poem i wrote is
about as useless and worthless as dust on a mirror reflecting
the bookcase in front of it that holds books and books that
have been searching for answers to their own questions
including the whereabouts of the world's most favorite poem.
they almost found it after all these poem-searching years
but it fell through their fingers because i failed to put
any sort of content into what was going to be the best,
the most memorable and cherished poem of all time...
gawd, how many times must i repeat that same failure
every time i sit down to write the world's most loved poem?
______________________|||_________________________
_____________________
mtmynd aka Cecil B. Lee
______________________
i sat down at my keyboard
all ready to write a killer poem
you know the kind - the one
that will remain with you
until your last breath as you
recite those words that you've
carried around in you for 23-1/2 years,
repeating that poem that i wrote for
the whole world to oogle and awe over
like a great piece of chocolate cake
covered thickly in dark, sinfully dark,
chocolate imported to my front door
by fedex all the way from the wilds of
the amazonian jungles that have yet
to be discovered by just any white man
yeah... you get the idea
now read that poem and tell me what
you think about it - what you really think...
don't give me know sweet talking b.s.
that carries as much soul as a rainbow trout
laying on a flat rock in the desert sun gasping
for it's waterworld while you just sit there and
watch it without a care in your world about that
trout that left behind a family of four that are
still looking for their father and friend up and down
the stream and looking behind every smooth stone.
but wait! i just realized i forgot something very important -
this poem i'm going to write has absolutely no content
none whatsoever and we all know there can never be
a poem in any language on the face of this earth that
will ever be one of the most highly revered poems ever
if there is no goddam content and it just rings with
a shallowness and a foreboding emptiness that leaves
poetry readers (and you know all about them!) scratching
their heads wondering if content has escaped them
so they reread this killer poem one more, two more,
hell, there are a couple of readers that reread it three times
before they reach the conclusion that this poem i wrote is
about as useless and worthless as dust on a mirror reflecting
the bookcase in front of it that holds books and books that
have been searching for answers to their own questions
including the whereabouts of the world's most favorite poem.
they almost found it after all these poem-searching years
but it fell through their fingers because i failed to put
any sort of content into what was going to be the best,
the most memorable and cherished poem of all time...
gawd, how many times must i repeat that same failure
every time i sit down to write the world's most loved poem?
______________________|||_________________________
_____________________
mtmynd aka Cecil B. Lee