MetaWriting

Can you write while listening to music?
Without the words of the artist's merging with your own?
Without the tones, melodies, beats sneaking into your poem prose?
Without nestling into the same message that the song sings?
Without copy-writing entirely?

Can you write while listening to music?
While riding a bus? While totally distracted?
While wearing Vibrum "toe-shoes"?
While recovering from a cold?
While tuning out the realities of he world in front of me?

Why is there a Q-Tip on the floor of the bus?
Some one sucks out a lougie, no spitting,
the sound's still gross. It accents
Regina Spektor CD's on my walkman.

Truth is, honey, you can write most anywhere--
you can write under most circumstances.
You can wrie under a Romney presidency;
you can write on a bus;
you can write while being starved to death;
you can write while wearing Vibrums;
you can write while dropping through layers of the Earth's atmosphere.
I don't know why you would,
but, of course, you totally could.

Truth is, honey, you should write,
most anywhere, anytime, any circumstance.
Write under Eisenhower's presidency;
write to your favorite tunes;
write while you study to be a doula;
write when you're distracted and would rather not;
write as you ascend through the layers of the Earth's atmosphere
taking flight beneath your word wings.

Truth is, honey, when we write we create.
Possibilities are endless.
When we write beasts, pachyderms, predatory birds, reptiles
burst fro us. Patronus truths
that reverb throughout your patient patrons.
They hold onto a thought with you
that we can ride on adventures, like stories;
through revolutions, like doctrines;
uncovering mysteries, like journalism.
When we write we cultivate ourselves and our peers to be more mindful,
more connected human beings.

When I think about what I've written right here & now,
it seems elementary in nature. MetaWriting:
writing about writing, cliches I've long dwelled in,
almost afraid to say something about anything else--
afraid I can't say it elegantly enough.
When I think about what I've written right here, right now,
I am assured I can say it elegantly--
whatever, maybe.

When I think about what I've written here & now,
I find it elementary in nature: few narrative elements used.
It's just a tour through feelings/thoughts/insecurities
on a particular topic. What an excellent writer does
is tie that in through an account that unveils all those things
while indulging its audience in plot & metaphor
that demonstrate your points.

Where to go from here?
I'll go until my route ends,
I'll get off & walk a few blocks
to a grouphome for people
diagnosed as borderline &
schizophrenic. We will watercolor
fall leaves. That is where I'll go.