tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-100562422011-04-21T15:57:58.114-07:00history art girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960692513229002561noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10056242.post-1105320475467849312005-01-09T17:26:00.000-08:002005-01-09T17:27:55.466-08:00Relax. This won't last long. <br />Or if it does, or if the lines <br />make you sleepy or bored, <br />give in to sleep, turn on <br />the T.V., deal the cards. <br />This poem is built to withstand <br />such things. Its feelings <br />cannot be hurt. They exist <br />somewhere in the poet, <br />and I am far away. <br />Pick it up anytime. Start it <br />in the middle if you wish. <br />It is as approachable as melodrama, <br />and can offer you violence <br />if it is violence you like. Look, <br />there's a man on a sidewalk; <br />the way his leg is quivering <br />he'll never be the same again. <br />This is your poem <br />and I know you're busy at the office <br />or the kids are into your last nerve. <br />Maybe it's sex you've always wanted. <br />Well, they lie together <br />like the party's unbuttoned coats, <br />slumped on the bed <br />waiting for drunken arms to move them. <br />I don't think you want me to go on; <br />everyone has his expectations, but this <br />is a poem for the entire family. <br />Right now, Budweiser <br />is dripping from a waterfall, <br />deodorants are hissing into armpits <br />of people you resemble, <br />and the two lovers are dressing now, <br />saying farewell. <br />I don't know what music this poem <br />can come up with, but clearly <br />it's needed. For it's apparent <br />they will never see each other again <br />and we need music for this <br />because there was never music when he or she <br />left you standing on the corner. <br />You see, I want this poem to be nicer <br />than life. I want you to look at it <br />when anxiety zigzags your stomach <br />and the last tranquilizer is gone <br />and you need someone to tell you <br />I'll be here when you want me <br />like the sound inside a shell. <br />The poem is saying that to you now. <br />But don't give anything for this poem. <br />It doesn't expect much. It will never say more <br />than listening can explain. <br />Just keep it in your attache case <br />or in your house. And if you're not asleep <br />by now, or bored beyond sense, <br />the poem wants you to laugh. Laugh at <br />yourself, laugh at this poem, at all poetry. <br />Come on: <br /> <br />Good. Now here's what poetry can do. <br /> <br />Imagine yourself a caterpillar. <br />There's an awful shrug and, suddenly, <br />You're beautiful for as long as you live. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10056242-110532047546784931?l=toobusy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>history art girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12960692513229002561noreply@blogger.com17