So I've been writing poems here and there & shit but now that the pressure is off a bit I'm casting around for some larger project that I'd like doing. There's the Stick Man novel I started a few years ago and got 60k words in, but I don't know what I think of that. I kinda want to continue mixing fictional and poetic elements like I was experimenting with in 'the truth' (which is this 10k word poem I wrote last year).
But, that's boring shit. I'm going to the open mic at Mestizo tonight, just for a relaxing thing to do. Didn't make an event out of it because I don't want to host.
Here's this poem I started which I think is going to be cool but I'm not sure where to take it:
I don’t wish to admit that I’m a political creature, but of course I am.
“What fun would it be without the drama?” someone asked me last week.
Later I beat off to her, but that’s a different subject.
(My inner editor is telling me that this poem will need ‘tightening’.
Don’t worry; I’ll get around to that.)
But back to the point: get something beautiful going and politics will fuck it up,
sure as shit.
The beat-off girl was wise to accept this, I feel.
She had eyes the color of acetylene flames and breasts like obese, catatonic hamsters.
The tattooed face on her shoulder sang songs about velvet flesh in a soft, lubricious voice.
I thought about beating the shit out of it while saying, “Oh yeah? Oh yeah?”
but that would just be slugging a girl’s shoulder, now, wouldn't it?
Think of the political ramifications of that move
(to bring us, once again, back to the point).