Me right poems because I dont spell good enouf too rite novels and my grammars atroshish.
Eye right poems because I red somewheres never trouble trouble.
Aye write poems cause I still try impressing my high school senior English teacher, Ms. Behrman.
He write poems because they secure me to my blood:
…so I can keep death at a puncher’s distance
…because I was one of Woodstock’s “½ million strong” and still light candles of peace and love
…as I've learned poems maintain my precious involuntary heartbeat song
…because sometimes my mask slips ever so slightly revealing my hideous scars
…because this is my way of not participating in the profiting off others’ sweat
I write poems since it is sometimes helpful to rev up the internal dialogue.
I write poems everytime I want to hug you:
…so I can heave praise at other hopeless romantics
…to get a glimpse and whiff of my karma, should there somehow still be a chance to mend it
...because years ago we stood outside churches holding candles praying for peace and got spit at
...because the holy bardic triumvirate of Dylan, Cohen, and Simon are there looking over my right shoulder.
I write poems because I grew up in Paterson (with one “t”)
… in homage to goat’s milk and sardines, as they nurtured and saved my life when I was an infant
…or just because I’m a disembodied artist in need of a soul.
I write poems to mend this constant imperfect heart which hangs a vacancy sign, and I have been told vacancies potentially may be filled by the breath of the muse…. absence, vacancy—is the precondition for creativity.
I write these poems because I have talked and danced my way out of addiction, prison, and
because cancer didn’t get me, and
because I’m still convinced I’m immortal.
I write poems because my Leo sun and Sagittarian Jupiter trine, because I have hitchhiked back and forth across America and talked through the night with countless strangers, and ultimately because I participated in the miracle of the birth of my son.
I write poems as I both fear and look forward to that hard rain a’fallin.
I write poems to trap and then mull over any protean, elastic moment that may eventually stretch out my mind, thus entrapping fading memories into possible brilliant erudite corners.
I write poems, tossing my cards, my soul, into Gilgul, the cosmic wheel of life force giving energy!
My poems are written since I’m am interested in exploring the multiverse, where categories of rational and irrational and nonrational become obliterated, and so instead allow a solitary access to other dimensions previously unexplored.
In essence, I write poems since I am constantly reminded this world’s life demands and is worth the effort it takes to breathe in and out, and…again…earnestly siphoning one more poem.