I’m slow.

Anyway. Thing is, I don’t really like poetry. Modern poetry, in particular.

I think I used to, though.

And you guys are starting to remind me why poetry can be awesome, and not… just purple, meandering pap.

So, thanks. Well-done Will, and well-done Wood (re: the poetry on your own site).

– c.

For sure, I am out of practice with the poetry. I used to write it rather a lot, but I stopped because “there was no market for it.” I still read a fair bit of it. Lately, though, I realize that the market for everything is shit, and I like the sheer liquid language of the form, so I should be writing it more. It feels awkward, though, to be worse at it now than I was back when. Things that require practice are funny.

It’s a “punchline poem”, really, one of those poems that sets you up for the killer last line, which would probably make it good for public performance. It certainly stands up as something good, no matter how old you were when you wrote it (and the stuff I wrote when I was a teenager was certainly not as good as this).

(This comment not intended to slight the poem, by the way, which I also like.)