Wednesday, March 28, 2007

“Until there is a law”

I heard there will be a law
that you cannot read bad poetry
in coffee houses or in bars
or on street corners.
What will I do to wait out
the lonely hours?

I need to read my bad poetry
out loud to you. Even better
if you have no desire to hear it;
better yet if you are a complete
stranger. It is more fun to read
bad poetry if you are not expecting it.

Until they pass a law you will find
me on the street corner screaming
my wretched verse. I will lament my
“bitter tear” I will dwell with "the dark
shadows of the lonely” And until there is
a law there is nothing you can do to stop me.

Unless you have a gun or a chainsaw or a broken
beer Bottle. Hell, even a ballpoint pen would
work if you wanted to me to shut up bad enough.
Just jam in into my throat. Once the blood stops
jutting, my poem will be done.


Blogger Doah said...

Nice image. I imagine a bumper sticker, "You can have my poem when you pry my cold dead fingers . . ." No that was another one. Good to see you writing a poem again or maybe it's just that you haven't been posting them? Keep 'em coming and I will have my pen ready. Your loving brother, --Doah

10:46 PM  
Blogger Doah said...

Write something. Would ya?

9:11 PM  
Blogger Doah said...

Hey man, if you're not going to post at least read mine :-) Wake up!

2:58 PM  

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