the problem with widespread literacy is all this poetry cropping up
sorry for the line breaks
it’s how i was raised
when you find poetry and try to read it
it has the effect found in eavesdropping
on homeless guys swapping out parts on stolen bikes
what i mean to say is that when they sit there in dirt
with chain grease packed into the cracks of their fingers
working sleight of hand tricks on your missing fixed gear
you’ll hear some kernel of truth
a fun twist of phrase
but they are parasites on the system
that is you poet – a parasite of language
without power stealing from others
abusing the freedom of speech
the homeless guys get the bikes rolling
switch saddles swap the bars
under the overpass
and there are cogs and rings nuts and washers
that aren’t integral or worth the trouble
so they end up in the dirt like little found poems.
this poem kind of sucks, but sometimes when you have a blog you say, who cares, it’s just a blog. things can’t be perfect.
Comment by Rolston — June 6, 2007 @ 7:31 pm