i will never be a poet
i CAN never be a poet
not in this world,
not now.
Not Without Inspiration...
This is an un-poetic world.
Gone is the romanticism of
a quart of
triple-x-whiskey-moonshine-rot-gut
bought from road-side-gas-stop.
Worn are the days of On the Road
Hitchhike,
Rucksack Revolution.
In their stead, this
Big Boxed
Brand Named
Baggage
Institution.
These are the times of Right people
starting wrong
WARS,
and Left people
Not knowing
what they stand for.
We've tarnished the old time magic,
the old fashioned wonders
of the world.
Worn is the novelty of
Television, of
Triple A-Tobbacco-chewin' Baseball
on crackly AM radio,
of Summer-Night
skinny dips
with
summertime
sweethearts.
The swing-set sanctity
of youth
replaced by,
COMMERCIALIZED
MONOPOLIZED
"Buy SHIT"
Bullshit Marketing
directed at Tiny Tim.
Tiny Tot.
Extinct is the purity of romance,
the chivalry,
and etiquette.
The Yes-Mam-No-Mam.
GONE INNOCENCE.
We've cast it overboard for
Spoon-fed
Idealized
Monotonized
Teenybop
Melo-dramatized
Nothingness.
GONE
Odyssey of Sex
GONE
Distant Lands
GONE
National Heroes
GONE
Holy Spirit
GONE
Sultan of Swat
GONE
Icon
GONE
Honest Abe
GONE
Pangea
ALL GONE
This is a world of answering machines
and pipedreams,
of smoke stacks
and heart attacks,
of phalluses
and fault lines,
of red-necked-hicks
and their parlour tricks.
I cannot write in such a place
NO
There is nothing more to say,
and too much
needed
to be KNOWN,
too many show-ers, but nothing
being SHOWN.
And so, dear Poets,
until the sun sets on this
Wasted Land,
I remain your
teary
eyed
benefactor,
and
until then,
nothing more.
I AM NOT A POET
October 31, 2004