strange??

I am a poet
Nah, Nah, I used to be a one
Now I smile at relative strangers
drink dark difficult coffees
and live off pretending
I have a voice but
gladly there's no audience
although there are multitudes for procrastination.

I used to be smart
recognized, re conciliated, re-affirmed by friends
for crazy a*s, brainy ideas.
But friends got tired
girlfriends bored
and days got longer in silence, lonesome ambitions.

My friends resemble me, pity me, sympathize
I am my friend
I go for late night dinners with myself
and wait at deserted bus stops when I had cars in the past
I earn a few thousand dollars short of what they call success
My lines I read and sometimes even I don't re-read again.

You can feel sorry, share pity, blame and do a whole horde of things
I however will sit in my office with my blank notebook
blank pages and pages and fill it with blank ink
for as long as I could remember.

I will be popular in Future or in Mexico.


© Nothing Personal. August 31, 2011.

Reviews

[Nautili]

i like this. you are not taking yourself too seriously, so one does not pity you, but the reader relates to the human condition of falling short of the lofty goals that you once had for yourself. We can relate to continuing living life, a little humbled and less pretentious, but still wanting to make a mark of some sort, in some fashion, but aware it might not be as sweeping as we once thought .

[roarke]

depends on your definition of strange. Maybe more people should work-out with notebooks and ink.

future or Mexico..... I'm contemplating on the effect of popularity in either.

if you didn't capture all this, ..... who would?

[...]

. ha ha ! ... i absolutely love this post ... you, my friend, have a lot to give to blank pages, your Future ... and of course ... Mexico ... :) ...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

This is like being smacked in the face with words that grasp me! So know what you're saying! Excellent poem!

[KAREN]

Love it! And so relatableable!
I have a voice but
gladly there,s no audience
Very creative!