The Poet

A quick write for s***s and giggles

 
I licked the hand rail on the bus
           I wanted a disease
    I wanted to suffer for my art
    Van Gogh move over please

  I want choking lungs of leprosy
      or at least some old TB
I want to shake my fist and shout
          Art did this to me

I want to be the suffering poet
        no one understands
I want to write tortured verses
      with my genius hands

I want to write romantic sonnets
     to chicks I'll never bone
I want to sit at home all night
       Miserable and alone

I want to stand around and brood
           Looking suicidal
I want to quote old Oscar Wilde
           as my only idol

  I want to get beat up every day
            for not fitting in
  I want to wear it on my sleeve
           extra long and thin

 You better tell me I'm sensitive bitch
             or I'll kick your a*s
So I'll just pound my key board now
       and let the roid rage pass

F**k this man I'm hitting the weights
            I am just who I am
 Love me hate me want to kill me
           I don't give a damn

Author's Note

Yes I know leprosy isn't a lung disease but it's the best line in the poem.
The dude in the photo is Morrissey. Former Vocalist for The Smiths, brilliant solo artist and voice of the lonely, miserable and disenfranchised everywhere. He's really funny at times too. Why Morrissey for this? Fuck, I don't know. I just really like Morrissey.

Reviews

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

A pretty enough portrait of you, and I like it because you wrote how you felt and honestly laid it all out in your own style. That is the best poetry. Real. Enjoyed reading it and you do an excellent write. (I like Doors).

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Cynthia. It's great to hear from you

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear Baby R

Thanks for your recent reviews.

I know we may have got off to a bad start.

But I am glad we are friends now.

But thing is I know, as Tate Morgan my chum may tell you, my at times very long reviews are just a symptom of my bipolar disorder.

They therefore often result from the fact that stuff people write can move my mood so much I don't know when to stop typing.

Half of the time, I feel I may be talking complete bullshit when I review. But it doesn't seem to stop me. It's still well meant whatever the cause.

So let's keep this review as brief as possible for once and just do headlines:

1) I like the way you keep your stanzas 4 line brief and that your 2nd and 4th lines rhyme and are shorter than the 1st and 3rd;

2) If you can produce something of this standard as a quick write, I wonder what the hell a long considered write of yours would be like;

3) I like Morrissey and the Smiths too;

4) I like the attitude of the poem which is basically I don't give a flying f**k about myself, I am who I choose to be and I really don't give a s**t what you think about me.

5) On the basis of this, my first read, it doesn't surprise me your are rarely if ever out of the top writers.

6) I could quote my favourite lines back to you, but I might end up quoting the whole of it back. So I won't.

I could go on.

But best not hey? lol.

Great piece!

You take care

Your friend


James

[James Hanna-Magill]

PS I thought this was a short review, but after I posted it, it still seems quite long! F*****g hell! What am I like?!

[Baby Ricochet]

lol! Thank you James. I appreciate your input.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe writing poetry is the disease..and we are all afflicted by the muse---

thrive on pain, as they say...the tortured artist...

i really like this poem...reminds me of how sometimes people i know will read me, and then contact me to see if i am okay...as they may take every poetic situation i create as a diary...and that i must be holding a cup of poison while holding a gun to my head, with the gas on ready to go to permanent sleep after getting the poem written...

sometimes we just create...we use past situations like actors or actresses to conjure up emotion..
it is what we do...the writing..
and sometimes, but not always...who we are.

making ourselves miserable doesn't always translate to good poetry...but for some maybe the feeling of being the "tortured artist"---

damn intriguing reflection of many of us that you have created here, Baby.

jacob

[Baby Ricochet]

Why thank you Jacob. I appreciate you stopping by.

[Emerald Seas]

Poets come in all characters, shapes, dysfunctional or not. A fun read!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Serrah. I was feeling silly

[saratogaparty]

You're a poet, believe it now, believe it later, doesn't matter. You're a f*****g poet to me!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Saratoga

[Rita L. Sev]

I often worry that I haven't "suffered" enough to be a poet. In fact, that kept me from writing for a long time. This is a great write, amusing and with a twist!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Rita

[TL Boehm]

Head nod to you. And a big smile. I found this so humorous. I've been compared to Plath a couple of times. The first time was by a professor (way back in the 80's when I thought I was going to be the next Stevie Nicks) and I was stoked - until I studied her. A formidable amazing writer who taped her babies in their room and stuck her head in the oven....uh. NO. I've had my fair share of "torment" but I am not sure that makes me a good poet. I think I'd rather be happy. i'd rather make someone laugh. The world has enough torment in it....great poem

[Baby Ricochet]

Why thank you kindly TL

[Inda]

This is a longing all artist i think will experience at some point and the conclusion at the end here- that, "I am who I am." This is the healthiest conclusion not just for yourself, but for your art; w/e it may be. Nice piece!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Inda

[Annabelle Lee]

he has a little bit of a tortured look about him. Haha this was effing genius, Baby R!!!!!

[Baby Ricochet]

thanks dog

[Rachel Anderson]

Truth in this poem. Do I sense a bit of satire toward all those brooding artists? Well done, Ricochet.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Rachel