Monday, January 13, 2020

Luftmensch


Luftmensch

if he
had two cents to rub together
he wouldn’t know what to do
but ask him about his long list
of embellished yearnings and
witness his empty head rise up
and through the billowy clouds
            the songs he could sing

***

I thought about this word my whole morning commute. I noted it some time ago and happened upon it while packing things in my work bag. It was scratched on a wrinkled piece of paper. If it’d been left unattended at the bottom of my things, it may not have survived much longer in a receipt purge. I’m grateful to have found it. I’m grateful it helped me deliver this small verse. It felt good to put words together after attending two funerals in the span of a week. Being able to create something, even as miniscule as the above poem, did my heart good.

To increase my spirit, which has been lacking a great deal for some time it seems, I have set out on a new, slightly humorous piece of short fiction. I’m confident this little adventure will add levity to my days. It’s all scribble and notes for the moment but I shall endeavor to mold it into an enjoyable (I hope) read/escape. I may call on a few of you for select details!

Happy Monday.

In propinquity,
Nic

Thursday, January 2, 2020

If I Were Brautigan

Brautigan, San Franciso 1965

If I Were Brautigan

            if I were
Richard Brautigan
I’d be penniless &
drunk on watermelon
                        sugar
in some warm giddy
bar w/ optimistically
wrecked poets
            if he had been
me
he’d admire some man &
the casual way he tipped
back a can of Coca Cola
before moseying toward
December
through an
impenetrable paisley fog
           
if I were
Richard Brautigan
I’d be published &
contented to succumb
in a haphazard bodega
dying of thirst
            & a ripe peach
in plain sight

***

A poem, my first in 2020, from a writing prompt. 

Here goes nothing, a new year. New words.

In propinquity,
Nic