I got an invitation to write some poetry
I never even learned how to write
I once learned how to
write haikus but don’t even
do that well, okay?
And in high school I made fun of spoken word
Words, words, words, like drops of rain
fallen like daddy’s Little Angel, fallen,
Like, my generation was bringing beat poetry back,
Or more like we had invented that shit, man,
and I wasn’t going to let that shit go unnoticed. Word?
All this from an invitation to write some poetry
She said “Pshaw sir” and…who even says that anyway?
It wasn’t an invitation to just me, like I had some great contribution,
like my poetry would save baby kittens around the globe
(though could it?)
Maybe she didn’t want to be alone.
Maybe she knows something I don’t.
I’m writing this because I can or
Maybe to prove something or
Maybe because I want to or
Maybe just because I took the invitation seriously, and
you should know I’m a very serious little guy.
Now here I am.
Where do you want me?