Friday, February 4, 2011

Poetry



I wish I liked poetry. I wish I were the type that wore turtleneck sweaters and hung around in the poetry section at Barnes & Noble.

Oh, better yet…


I wish I was a pink-cheeked, Irish dude named Patrick with curly hair and twinkling green eyes that hung around the poetry section in Barnes & Noble talking to impoverished, artsy types wearing suede blazers.

And…


If I were that guy, I’d go home to my house in the foothills and sit by the fire with a slim volume of Keats, sipping a rare cognac from a chipped Waterford tumbler and dreaming well into the night.

But…


I am me, hillbilly, hick and fruitcake extraordinaire.


And... 


I hate poetry.

2 comments:

Mimi said...

Yet somehow, every time you write, it is poetry to my ears.

Thoughts of Gabriel said...

Your writing is most definitely poetry in my opinion...