The Poet's Longtime Fan (Sometime after the book signing)
Posted: Thursday, February 26, 2009
by Jeff Brown
Inner Projection
You play your jazz, write your poems,
take your brief excursions into prose,
but man, I've been thinking lately,
what about guys like me?
what about guys like me?
We've stood in line, mesmerized and
stuttering as we forked over cash
to the shrine of your mark.
And the books? Well they feel good,
read good, stir good, like a big wooden
spoon in the slowly congealing Mapo
of my heart. But the remnants of the
read, the sediment of want and need,
quickly turn back into silt-slush,
of my heart. But the remnants of the
read, the sediment of want and need,
quickly turn back into silt-slush,
mud-mush and slime . . .
'What do I do' still rings true after
reading my favorite, my literary
tourniquet, my . . . loveable you.
reading my favorite, my literary
tourniquet, my . . . loveable you.
Don't get me wrong, your colorful words
magnify experience beyond a dream.
While reading them even I'm brilliant.
But after I close the book I'll be
damned if my words don't turn
damned if my words don't turn
even more black and white.
So, my question is . . .
If it's only a temporary fix,
what the hell am I paying you for?
my Pusher Dominatrix.
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Top-level comments on this article: (2 total)Like anything we read, whether story, poem, prose, literature, we often need to read it again sometime in the future to resurrect the thoughts and images they portrayed. If you're anything like me, you often forget what it was you read and it is indeed only a "temporary fix".As far as paying?, I'm sure I'll never have a book published, so you can always read my stuff for free. lol
David,Thanks for stopping by. Actually, my major in college was creative writing / verse,so I've got a lot published but little people have paid for. Not where themoney is, anyway, if one is looking to get rich ;=) But the person I refer tohere has been paid for his work, dearly. Pulitzer Prize winner Charles Simicis the man. I saw him read some place on Sunset Blvd. He was not a warm,expressive guy in person. Hey, but who is their words on page and in personanyway. Few match up. Thanks for stopping by.WOW ... is all I can type.Ronyae, are you responding to my response to David or the poem?
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