Driving Poetry Into A Ditch
Posted: September 1st, 2011, 6:44 pm
i am not authorized to write poetry
too omniscient
i must become likable
or be in a dramatic situation
like pole-vaulting over electrified fences
or talking to celebrated actresses
just trying to stay afloat
when you feel yourself sinking
as Cameron Diaz gives you the once over
and she is so over you
nanosecond
and so your poetry
which describes the variegated leaves
of some plant whose name you can't recall
and your laptop is in the trunk of your car
so no Wikipedia
to do Linnaeus
you are using the ballpoint and paper method
scratching words out as you go
like a detective through the room
you inhabit inside a compound
sentence
mindful what the critic said
create a sympathetic narrator
not a wise ass
cold as ice-nails-steel-lipgloss
yeah
like I use lip gloss
gloss?
that word gets to me
I start tossing out other words
loss
yeah, I'm at a loss
floss
not dental or mental
Ms Diaz's bkini as floss for her.....
okay
rude, crude
too much rhyme, too cute
which means ugly
just a screwed up
over the hill dude
kinda of doing the Bukowski thing
losing the big poetry
with little words amounting
to not much
i'm in debt to Pound-Eliot-Stevens
and I can't pay a poem back
oh, amazing how
----no, it is not
amazing
just predictable words that flow
down the page like water
leave stains
wrinkles
the ink runs too
a poem
that is more abstract expressionist
than post-post-modern
i'm not authorized to say
i write poetry
because i don't
write anything interesting
for those who dole out prizes
laurels, accolades
and what is writing anyway
but trying to get noticed
by someone
especially Cameron Diaz
the reason for writing
is to get laid really
or metaphorically
if you are just waiting for
the rest
"laid to rest"
i am authorized to be witty
jerks can be witty
and I'll jerk off a joke
or two
or three
but the poem
is pathetic
everything is too simple
too rational
can't i take brake shoes
put them in this poem
and make them a metaphor
that wows an audience of Cameron Diazes
but the irrational part of my mind
is grinding on the rotor disk
you can hear the strain of this poem
i can't steer it anymore
it is coming to a stop
the cop will bust me
i have no poetic license
too omniscient
i must become likable
or be in a dramatic situation
like pole-vaulting over electrified fences
or talking to celebrated actresses
just trying to stay afloat
when you feel yourself sinking
as Cameron Diaz gives you the once over
and she is so over you
nanosecond
and so your poetry
which describes the variegated leaves
of some plant whose name you can't recall
and your laptop is in the trunk of your car
so no Wikipedia
to do Linnaeus
you are using the ballpoint and paper method
scratching words out as you go
like a detective through the room
you inhabit inside a compound
sentence
mindful what the critic said
create a sympathetic narrator
not a wise ass
cold as ice-nails-steel-lipgloss
yeah
like I use lip gloss
gloss?
that word gets to me
I start tossing out other words
loss
yeah, I'm at a loss
floss
not dental or mental
Ms Diaz's bkini as floss for her.....
okay
rude, crude
too much rhyme, too cute
which means ugly
just a screwed up
over the hill dude
kinda of doing the Bukowski thing
losing the big poetry
with little words amounting
to not much
i'm in debt to Pound-Eliot-Stevens
and I can't pay a poem back
oh, amazing how
----no, it is not
amazing
just predictable words that flow
down the page like water
leave stains
wrinkles
the ink runs too
a poem
that is more abstract expressionist
than post-post-modern
i'm not authorized to say
i write poetry
because i don't
write anything interesting
for those who dole out prizes
laurels, accolades
and what is writing anyway
but trying to get noticed
by someone
especially Cameron Diaz
the reason for writing
is to get laid really
or metaphorically
if you are just waiting for
the rest
"laid to rest"
i am authorized to be witty
jerks can be witty
and I'll jerk off a joke
or two
or three
but the poem
is pathetic
everything is too simple
too rational
can't i take brake shoes
put them in this poem
and make them a metaphor
that wows an audience of Cameron Diazes
but the irrational part of my mind
is grinding on the rotor disk
you can hear the strain of this poem
i can't steer it anymore
it is coming to a stop
the cop will bust me
i have no poetic license