Prescription for a Depressed Poet:
Instructions to the Wife
If your poet is stewing in spells of misery
and his mind rebels in bouts and spasms,
an empty stomach and a bellyful of coffee
should give pizzazz to imagination’s whims.
It has worked too well if you spot your spouse
hang-gliding in a jeopardizing pose.
If this is the case, he believes he is a genius:
ask him gently, between his bursts of bliss,
to spend a few days a week in the cold halls
of cooperate America, earning some money
and so forth. Tell him, between his thrills,
that one can’t assume God sendeth manna
to the offspring of artists. If that doesn’t work,
reduce coffee intake or don’t brew it so dark.
Friday, June 10, 2005
My First Postgraduation Poem
It's a silly and lighthearted attempt. I wanted to tryout half and slant rhyme, like Pinsky and Dylan Thomas (who I'm finding out uses it a lot).
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