i might have torn my shirt off & said Shoot & you might have swooned because i was so handsome;
or shot, & the red stain on my whites may not have been plum jam.
if i strip now, i’m deprived of convictions – spread against the wall
to look ridiculous. i have a good side, but does the camera care?
to suppose it does is what you call Pathetic.
it’s true that nature doesn’t mind if i’m right or if i make a dick of myself
& die on the spot but So what. i have 18 years left, for what it’s worth
& if my numbers are correct, being dead is not like sleeping.
19 April 2020
There’s an almost ‘Diogenes of Sinope’ vibe to the wisely ironic tone of cynicism that is wending itself throughout in the language and imagery. Also, (probably unintentionally) came with a sound track, Miles Davis’ composition ‘So What’.
thanks Sommer.
yes, unintentional. i see that about Diogenes. interesting character. i don’t know if he’s full of shit or not, but i like him enough. (have name-dropped him in a previous poem, btw)
this poem, and my reply have prompted a poem…posting experiment version soon
The ambivalence of the major (nature) to the bit parts is interesting, a religious type contemplation I feel, right action in the moment while “do what thou wilt be the whole of the law’ echos through everything
Thanks, Dean.
I’m always interested to read your take on my poems. Makes me better understand, as weird as that might sound