10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind |
tell me to stop writing poetry this useless mind-fuckery the all consuming journey to self-discovery through artless muses crafted by idle hands from a troubled mind as life could suck the yolk from a man aiming and pointing his words at the world like shooting at woodpeckers that go round and round the bark while i blasted a stubborn tree with a hand-me-down 4-10 gauge- whatever-shotgun i'd be given one winter to drive deer toward his blind in a white out i fired and fired at the annoying bird echoing his labor in that pine edging my trail pristine morning path to shack where he sat and drank coffee read porno magazines he thought hid probably wondered about that firing from a flannel fifteen year old without a red trappers hat to call his own feet dry because of sandwich bags to protect from holes in tight boots damaged from kicking too much snow and ice my invisible march clomped toward him he with loaded, high caliber rifle his long, metal casings could pierce an animal my size and put me down put him out of misery from a meandering boy bored with his fires, bees collected in Bell jars, severing brother's thumb with hedge shears took way too long to arrive dispensing every shell before deciding throw the gun away before i kill someone and returned to camp to clutch the pen circle and combine jumbled letters into visions i would find my own way to put meat on the table life's not as easy as a gun. 12.17.22 42 lines - poem, prose, story, puzzle or something like that. took less time to explain with this notion. did i mention if you understand a poem after one read it's not good? I had to stop editing this after nearly completing poem, assisting wife with car after my son drove into a snowy ditch. no worries. i got the poem finished better than expected. oh, he's fine. so's the car. |