Blue-green three-hole punched
notebook; black notebook,
pocket-sized; big, bound
sketchbook; all unruled,
solid, ready.
All mostly empty.
More fetishes than tools.
Own the paper, be the artist.
I’m an actor.
This is criminal.
I should steal a pen,
something richy-rich,
plated; something
that doesn’t write well,
doesn’t float across the page;
some small part
of this should be difficult.
Require me to put in work;
clean myself up; act right;
pick up a notebook; plunge in.

May 1st, 2013 at 11:03 am
To hear someone else besides me read poetry aloud is a special treat for the kids and they in turn really make a point to read their own poems or poems they have memorized with more feeling or fun!