(15) I'm not
supposed to be a poet.
Lately
I've been thinking I'm not supposed to be a poet
that I
am not that architect
that's
welding word to word to structure bridges
that are
long enough to bring the world together
I'm not
qualified
to write
poems I can trust not to collapse
beneath
the feet of the people I've been trying to lift up
and I've
been trying
convinced
that I am some kind of gardener
that if
I just take in the perfect seeds
then
poetry would start to grow inside of me,
that it
would bloom out of my mouth
and
sprout out of my fingertips
and
crawl out of my eyeballs,
I would
come alive
so I've
been eating like 12 helpings each
of
granola bars and sunsets and the whole world's brokenness,
cause
that's what poems are made of, right?
And I
tried to fertilize these seeds
with
other poets' pre-processed emotions
spent
hours surfing youtube hoping it would grow me
but it
didn't do a thing
because
I already know how to sound poetic
I
already know how to operate inside the six orthodox topics
of
spoken word poetry;
it's all
love and sex
and
political oppression,
and the
next generation,
and life
as a minority,
and the
nature of divinity
and...
oh yeah...
POETRY.
And
while we're speaking in convention,
I might
as well mention that I can create
a
cocktail of metaphors
perfectly
mixed to mess with my audience's heads,
make
them drop inhibitions they didn't even know they had,
yeah,
I know
how to sound poetic
I can
even craft my pace and cadence
to
elevate my language into prophecy
then
pause
right
when you were thinking that you needed time
to
process
yes, I
can read this script
my only
question is, who wrote it,
cause
this used to be the art form of the rainbow-colored underclass
breaking
expectations to join excellence with true expression
but now
it's just a safe release for angsty hipsters
and
Canadians
no
offense if you're either
I'm just
trying to be honest,
to be
honest, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to
'be a
poet'
if all
it means is crafting poem-shaped emotions
just to
make them sound acceptable/accessible
but
sometimes
right
when I'm trying to sleep
or when
I'm thinking about people that I've only seen in dreams
or even
when I'm walking down the street
poetry
finds me
see,
poetry's my predator
and I am
just
prey
ing that
I find the strength to overcome the urge to run away
as it
makes me
a poem.
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