As always, patience is a virtue.They should really have that stuff digitised.
that loud voice
those hairy eyebrows
that delight in personal misfortune--
as if living badly was a triumph and
a very proud
accomplishment
at other poet's
poetry readings
he'd leap up on
stage
and read his
own things
THIS POET
...
between drinking
my booze and snoring away the nights on my broken-down couch
he managed to continually
proclaim himself a POET
in a very LOUD voice as if the gods were listening.
Jack of the loud, loud voice.
Jack who badmouths the lucky.
Jack who talks and talks.
Jack who never had a real job.
Jack who blames everybody else.
...
wanting it without doing it.
wanting it free.
...
a world full of Jacks
sliding down the
beanstalk.
he was good
...
but like the rest of
us
he wasn't as good
as he thought
he was
I'm sorry
but I was always
glad
when he left.