why i could never be a poet

29 Jun

i slipped from story books with pictures
into tv without a burp;
from leprechauns and bean stalks to
acme inc. and tasmanian devil.

there were no poets except the silly
“where the sidewalk ends”
but then there were drunks with red cherub cheeks
reading strange verse
spreading joy to everyone at the bar.
they wore a strange, hidden smile about all of this existence.

i’m too pissed off to be a poet.
maybe i should be a pitcher.

*for more on sparring,
broken bats baseball on
the pitcher as trickster


7 Responses to “why i could never be a poet”

  1. kvennarad June 30, 2013 at 6:36 am #

    I’m screaming at the coyote – “If your credit’s so good you can order Acme rocket skates, for Pete’s sake send out for a pizza!”

    • tonichristmann June 30, 2013 at 7:52 am #


    • steve June 30, 2013 at 11:48 am #

      i think coyote was on the wrong side of his-story,
      but there’s bound to be a howard zinn version of looney tunes somewhere.

  2. tonichristmann June 30, 2013 at 7:53 am #

    Tha’s funny….. I always thought you weren’t quite pissed off enough. Hmmm…. Ginsbergian theory always does this to me.

    • steve June 30, 2013 at 10:47 am #

      yeh, that too.

  3. skyraftwanderer July 19, 2013 at 6:04 am #

    Well, I think your pretty good at this poetry thing. Great even. Super awesome even. And so on.

    • steve July 19, 2013 at 11:11 am #

      the definition tied me up, but then i escaped, for now anyway. thanks for the kudos!

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