04-15-2017, 05:28 PM
Whisper
They don’t build monuments to men who do nothing.
The guy on the street unable to sing,
to him no ribbon is cut, no concert hall opens.
No gallery has no paintings.
No painting has no paint.
Every poem I know is wordy,
every word in it a point.
Van Gogh painted funny,
and Rebens painted saints.
Picasso painted cubes, but what do I paint?
I only force my rhymes and mis-measure lines.
Oh fuck! I’m not yet five foot four when I wanna be six feet.
I wanna be a man to look up to. And I want resounding foot falls.
I don’t wanna a metaphor that’s weak. I wanna be a knife in the dark to the ribs.
May every word I write be a spark in a gas filled house
-- I wanna kill your dog and your spouse, shatter the peace and lower property values.
I want every line to dig a grave.
I wanna write so no one is saved.
But what if I can’t?
They don’t build monuments to men who do nothing.
The guy on the street unable to sing,
to him no ribbon is cut, no concert hall opens.
No gallery has no paintings.
No painting has no paint.
Every poem I know is wordy,
every word in it a point.
Van Gogh painted funny,
and Rebens painted saints.
Picasso painted cubes, but what do I paint?
I only force my rhymes and mis-measure lines.
Oh fuck! I’m not yet five foot four when I wanna be six feet.
I wanna be a man to look up to. And I want resounding foot falls.
I don’t wanna a metaphor that’s weak. I wanna be a knife in the dark to the ribs.
May every word I write be a spark in a gas filled house
-- I wanna kill your dog and your spouse, shatter the peace and lower property values.
I want every line to dig a grave.
I wanna write so no one is saved.
But what if I can’t?