Confesion of a plastic poet

[bennie]

my camera never lies.
my pen and keyboard do.
desire isn't love and it isn't enough.

eyes red with sleep deprivation
does not a poet make.
stomach rumbling with lack of self care
does not a poet make.
a bookshelf filled with poetry
does not a poet make.
a head filled with dreams
does not a poet make.
a pen and notebook in a jacket pocket
does not a poet make.

I'm too angry;
too bitter,
too lonely,
too sad,
too rage filled and too apathetic to care.

poets need danger and energy.
I need comfort; a place to stretch.

the more I write these days,
the more I want my camera.
it used to be words,
now its composition.

I'm too nice to be a poet;
too quiet,
too shy,
too polite.
I never drop litter on the street.

Mr Average with a bullet
missed her with my pen.
she serves me coffee.
rings of fire run down her face.
she sweeps them back (she tames fire).
I dumbly smile and don't speak; I know I'll stumble.

I've started to get twitches again like I used to get on pot
but I feel as if my paranoia is fading, though, i still can't talk.

sentimental blood transfusion
that's all this is.

[WIREMAN]

Bennie....grab it by the
throat and keep squeezing
the words outta her (the muse), hit that lil
coffee server with a line, take a million
pictures for yes they are better than
words, and by all means dine from the
whole plate, you's in the prime of life
and these be the good old days...........

[jimboloco]

why is it that the young are more sad
when full of physical vitality
and us oldies are happy
but weary.

?

yet i feel like bennie an izzy
are happy cause i can see it
but ain't got th miles to reflect upon.
everything is confronting you right now.

i like what i know now
enough to feel safe yet know that i am also vulnerable.
yowsa.

[WIREMAN]

Yowsa Yowsa Jimbo
what's that old song
wish I knew then what I know now!
and Jimbo there's a jam at that scroll place right now!

[mousey1]

Well I don't know nothin' except that this is a great poem.

Writing like this
Does a poet make.

I love it!!!!!!!

When you can write those feelings
and make the reader feel them too
what more can you ask
really.

Well a hell of a lot more I am sure
but you start somewhere
and where better
than with a
fine poem.

There's something deeply satisfying
about writing something deeply satisfying

There's something deeply satisfying
about reading something deeply satisfying

I am
deeply satisfied.

Thanks for the read Bennie.

[WIREMAN]

It's a kick ass poem for sure and to tell ya the truth these GOsters are an awesome lot, I kinda likes it here mousey1, how bout you?????????

[bennie]

well ah well ah well ah

wooh

tell me more tell me more

is your toe nail still sore?

tell me more tell me more

is your mother

a


bore


summer dreams
ripped at the seams...

fuck!

Thanks for the nice words and related thoughts and stuff.

That "poem" was me feeling sorry for myself because I don't write as much as I used to.

I need an inJection of OOmPHHH and a buzzard claw to remind me.

A buzzard in a blizzard
its black against the white
A buzzard claw as smooth as the curve of a strange girl's neck.

a neck made of lilac and satin.
brain damaged car assualt in the graveyard.

I shaved my head again. the cleanliness of the soul as the head gleams.

shhhhhhhhh....

[jimboloco]

monk
snow
praying

[stilltrucking]

I can't even stand to shave my face anymore let alone my head.

I caught a sound bye of a recent Dylan Zimmerman interview on TV Dan Rather or somebody asked him if he was a poet he said
"anyone who calls himself a poet, probably isn't."

that was an ambitous poem, what do I mean by that? Nothing.
it was just something you said about not being ambitous enough.

It must have been satisfying crafting that poem because it was definetly a satisfying experience reading it. Just curious or maybe envious but how long did you work on it?

[bennie]

"anyone who calls himself a poet, probably isn't."

I've heard people say that "if you think you're insane, you're not."

That's the only thing that keeps me sane; the thought that I am insane.

Anyway, the poem: I just wrote it pretty much as it is. I'm very clever that way

I wanted to write about the switch I seem to be experiencing; the switch from poetry to photography. But, it turned out being a series of comments tied together by self deprication.

It's all true.

Like I say, I just wrote it pretty much as it appears, so I can't really say how I worked through it.

thanks for reading it though; my ambitious poem.

[mousey1]

Wireman, my apologies for my rudeness.....didn't see you there!

Yes, you Gosters are the best and I do like it here. It's all good reading and some good laughs to boot. Good stuff!!!!

[Marksman45]

Guess I'm beating Mr. Zimmerman's odds.
ah'm a poet and ah know it
and ah ain't afeared t'show it.
and ah also knows that I'm fulla beans.

What makes a poet a poet,
a poem a poem?
I know what I look for.
It ain't expression, it ain't emotion,
it ain't technique or meaning.
It's HEART.
(and yes there's a big diff'rence
b'tween emotion and HEART.)

One of the best compliments I ever received
was when my friend Buck told me
"Marshall, your songs have an impossible amount of heart"

Bennie,
you gots HEART.
It doesn't matter how much you write,
or what makes you write
HEART comes out when it wants to,
and then your only responsibility is to let it