A story about a poem
Oct. 24th, 2004 01:36 pmthis is a poem for
mthrtongue, who asked, what should a poem not do? what can't a poem do? and i said, a poem probably can't run for president, or get a social security number, or have a bank account. she challenged me to write a poem that actually did that, so i wrote this.
A story about a poem.
This poem I found malingering,
downtown by the Foreign Auto Body
& it refused at first to admit
to me it was unemployed.
I said--
I’ve been there, man,
it ain’t no thing.
It looked sideways, embarrassed,
said, I haven’t coughed up
so much as a half-metaphor
in weeks. I’m dry, man,
you know how it goes.
Yeah, I said, but I tried
to keep it distracted
because by then we were only half a block
from the Social Security Administration building.
Without proof of citizenship you're sunk
and the last thing you need is more bad news,
I said--No one likes a poem with bad news.
Go on, get a card, you’ll be halfway there,
we’ll get you out of this unemployment rut.
Go ahead, I said.
I’ll wait here.
I drank my Dunkin Donuts coffee
& waited.
Soon, sure enough,
certified & still embarrassed
out it came. Sheepish,
clutching the little card.
I said, see? You’ll be a stanza
in no time, you’ll be a specialty limerick
before you know it. I know this guy,
he’s looking for a good poem,
he’ll put you to work. You’ll be in couplets
up to your ears.
No one likes an idle poem.
I feel bad, you know, it said,
am I a charity case or what?
No, I said, it was on my way,
really, no trouble.
Really, I said. We parted ways
& I came home and wrote this.
Jesse Castaldi
October 24, 2004
A story about a poem.
This poem I found malingering,
downtown by the Foreign Auto Body
& it refused at first to admit
to me it was unemployed.
I said--
I’ve been there, man,
it ain’t no thing.
It looked sideways, embarrassed,
said, I haven’t coughed up
so much as a half-metaphor
in weeks. I’m dry, man,
you know how it goes.
Yeah, I said, but I tried
to keep it distracted
because by then we were only half a block
from the Social Security Administration building.
Without proof of citizenship you're sunk
and the last thing you need is more bad news,
I said--No one likes a poem with bad news.
Go on, get a card, you’ll be halfway there,
we’ll get you out of this unemployment rut.
Go ahead, I said.
I’ll wait here.
I drank my Dunkin Donuts coffee
& waited.
Soon, sure enough,
certified & still embarrassed
out it came. Sheepish,
clutching the little card.
I said, see? You’ll be a stanza
in no time, you’ll be a specialty limerick
before you know it. I know this guy,
he’s looking for a good poem,
he’ll put you to work. You’ll be in couplets
up to your ears.
No one likes an idle poem.
I feel bad, you know, it said,
am I a charity case or what?
No, I said, it was on my way,
really, no trouble.
Really, I said. We parted ways
& I came home and wrote this.
Jesse Castaldi
October 24, 2004
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Date: 2004-10-24 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-24 06:05 pm (UTC)it was fun to write. and easier, i will add, than the challenge once upon a time of following your line prompt, "the invention of three boardgames & 32 sex positions" or whatever it was. i think i write best from odd prompts :)
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Date: 2004-10-24 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-24 08:12 pm (UTC)it's one of those poems that feels real, to me, even if the voice feels borrowed.
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Date: 2004-10-25 11:33 am (UTC)The elusive clever ending! Tie that ribbon into a bow!
poem unemployment up 3% during the current administration
Date: 2004-10-25 02:20 pm (UTC)Here's a old and tired haiku I remember well, sitting on the curb with a hand-lettered WILL WORK FOR PUBLICATION sign. He smiles, gaptoothed, and I fish in my pockets for change, knowing that I should spring for a good hot lunch at Denny's.
Geez, Jesse-- Is this all my fault? If I had imbued them with a sense of responsibility, or perhaps a little more positive self-image... Now I'll spend the rest of the day worrying about my poems and feeling guilty.
Yet another good reason to vote Democrat this election...
Date: 2004-10-25 02:31 pm (UTC)trickle-down poetry economics
Date: 2004-10-26 07:26 am (UTC)Couplets re-shelving in bookshops! Dangling participles slouching and snapping gum at the record store counter! That same gap-toothed haiku at the flower shop, holding out a carefully crafted bouquet for my sweetie! Write more to prevent literary unemployment? I'll do it!
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Date: 2004-10-29 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-29 07:00 pm (UTC)