Executive Decision
Pressing Delete
I called it a night.
Better to face a morning screen,
clean and blank
than a poem
that truly stank.
On Memorizing Poetry for Performance
Usedta’ have a mind
like a steel trap,
now a mind
that won’t hold crap
So ‘steada free up on the stage,
tethered to this stinking page,
hopin’ somethin’s left to give
even if my head’s a sieve.
Verbal Alchemy
Midnight oil
coming to a boil.
Mixing and blending
leaden memories transmuted
into metered gold.
Ode to the Ever Versatile Jimmy Breslin
Writers write,
fighters fight
and drunks get tight.
With him you got
a tripleheader.
–Jim Keller
July 6, 2005
All poems Draft © 2005 J. Keller All rights reserved. World Rights Reserved.
1 comment:
Jim,
You have such a way with bantering words around on the page. You dirty rat, you no-good dirty rat - kind of thing.
Your poem on Jimmy is very funny (on something that probably isn't very funny except for the way you tell it.)
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