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Write the Right Thing
June 13, 2013
I want to be able to write love poems.
Even though love poems say absolutely
Nothing.
The only thing worse is a poem
steeped in longing.
The man writing a longing poem
is the only true kind of failure.
He scribbles “enlightened”
play-dough clichés in a scattered apartment
Vomits syllables across a frigid page
and convinces himself that he is too evolved
to breathe clean air
or seize real affection
I want, desperately,
to scream
“Look!
at your hollow existence
and collect what you can of a real artistic voice
Realize that it is absurd
Self-entitled
Bulls***
To feel noble about
writing curses to your solitude
behind a locked door.”
Never mind, I want to write
Love poems.
© Steve S., Marblehead, MA
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