All Poets, Listen Up!

upon reading an interview with a best-selling novelist in our metropolitan daily newspaper

he talks like he writes

and he has a face like a dove, untouched by

externals.

a little shiver of horror runs through me as I read

about

his comfortable assured success.

“I am going to write an important novel next year,” he says.

next year?

I skip some paragraphs

but the interview goes on for two and one-half pages

more.

it’s like milk spilled on a tablecloth, it’s as soothing as

talcum powder, it’s the bones of an eaten fish, it’s a damp

stain on a faded necktie, it’s a gathering hum.

the man is very fortunate that he is not standing

in line at a soup kitchen.

this man has no concept of failure because he is

paid so well for it.

I am lying in bed, reading.

I drop the paper to the floor.

then I hear  sound.

it is a small fly buzzing.

I watch it flying, circling the room in an irregular

pattern.

life at last.

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

One response to “All Poets, Listen Up!

  1. krissy

    this is rad. thanks for posting.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s