On
A Yellow Legal Pad
I
have little patience for underdogs
&
have made an ancillary vocation
of
writing about it on a yellow legal
pad.
Then, I also critique combative
pundits
w/ playfully profane jibes &
use
compassion to boost the intrigue.
You
would not believe what I have
done
behind the typewriter, breathed
life
back into dead letters, crippled
souls,
dismissed colorful anecdotes,
plagiarized,
annotated gonzo action,
assembled
assaults, executed orders,
rallied
the troops, educed excitement,
splattered
certainty, hollowed out the
sea,
occupied a chair, unfolded fear,
invaded
rival terrain, burned bridges
… all while
high on ethos. It’s how I
acquired
admirers, groping for words
to
define blood & bombs & bordellos.
I
have little tolerance for curtains w/
scalloped
edges, umbrella drinks, or
having
to survey the distance among
things,
shaping allegiance & verity.
Critical
theory will likely be the death
of
me. It all begins on a yellow legal
pad,
all of it. And then the machine
swallows
it whole – the quality of my
secrets
laid bare for all to devour.
***
This poem kind of ran away from me and I
had a ton of fun chasing it. My prompt pal likes to write on yellow legal pads.
That fact caused me to launch into this ditty. It was a bit of a wild ride but
arent’ they always? It’s worth the fear and faith to put a poem into the world.
In propinquity,
Nic
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