the poet drunk on words
Posted: October 25th, 2016, 10:32 pm
what is there left to the poet
I'm not talking about those darlings
of academia
those snobby goody two shoes
that think poetry is something you learn
in a text book in a class room
I'm talking about the threadbare ones
the down and outs, rejects, the misfits
the strange travelers in time
that walk down alleys of the unknown
it so happens that words are not always
what we think they are,
we are always looking for new ways
to use them
what poetry meant to me, what i mean
is that I had to find out why I needed
to be drunk, it all hit me very early on
something about the fact that nobody
taught me anything, religion did not
school did not, I could not see where
this all was headed, for a brief moment
I took a psychedelic trip, and then I
was washed up on the beach of eternity
so I needed to be drunk, I needed to write
like I was drunk on words, and I read other
poets and writers looking for that drunken boat
that Rimbaud spoke about in his famous poem
I would have to be slightly drunk
to read my poetry on the open mic
I went to after poetry reading parties
and got drunk with the other poets
I got drunk with Andrei Codrescu
when he was at the party
after reading from his first book of poems
nothing like a bunch of drunk poets
at the party, the spontaneous poetry
they spew until the end of night
I'm not talking about those darlings
of academia
those snobby goody two shoes
that think poetry is something you learn
in a text book in a class room
I'm talking about the threadbare ones
the down and outs, rejects, the misfits
the strange travelers in time
that walk down alleys of the unknown
it so happens that words are not always
what we think they are,
we are always looking for new ways
to use them
what poetry meant to me, what i mean
is that I had to find out why I needed
to be drunk, it all hit me very early on
something about the fact that nobody
taught me anything, religion did not
school did not, I could not see where
this all was headed, for a brief moment
I took a psychedelic trip, and then I
was washed up on the beach of eternity
so I needed to be drunk, I needed to write
like I was drunk on words, and I read other
poets and writers looking for that drunken boat
that Rimbaud spoke about in his famous poem
I would have to be slightly drunk
to read my poetry on the open mic
I went to after poetry reading parties
and got drunk with the other poets
I got drunk with Andrei Codrescu
when he was at the party
after reading from his first book of poems
nothing like a bunch of drunk poets
at the party, the spontaneous poetry
they spew until the end of night