Thursday, April 15, 2010

Yeah, I Know

“I will never show people what I've written years ago. Today I write things that will never be seen outside my backup drive.”

--Charlene April 2010

The above comment, is one that Charlene made on my site yesterday when I posted about poetry. I totally understand it.

It’s fine to be funny or even feign humor, because it gives one an out. I do that on a daily basis. I am at heart, a satirist…a court jester…a spinner of humorous yarns.

But…while I do many times, talk about serious subjects, I have to inject humor into it. That way, if people don’t like it, I can always say, “I was just being funny.”

It’s my defense mechanism.

Well my response to Charlene was roughly, “Aw c’mon, post some stuff out. Quit being such a puss.” Okay I didn’t say that, but it was along those lines.

And then I thought…“What about you, Matt-Man? Why don‘t you do it too, ya big pussy?”

So to wit, and heretofore, a sampling of my more “serious” poetry. One of my faves is a four line poem that I wrote years ago…

Summer Acquiesces

‘Neath the purpling, swirling haze of Autumn
The languid cry of the last cicada
Weaves a dirge with an orphaned cricket
As fields lie barren from stream to thicket.

And then I have the following…

Forty Six Cents

Randy, like clockwork
scours the dumpster in search of redemption on a Sunday.
With the precision of a metallurgist he eyes the metal and says,
“This is my last stop.”

With his grocery carts in hand
Unknowingly, he pushes them down the road to perdition
And with the abandon of a gnarled, urban nomad, he says,

Randy avails himself to the man.
The man says, “forty six cents per pound.”

To which Randy says,
“Can’t you give me a few cents more”
“Come back tomorrow” the man he states,
"It’ll be fifty three cents a pound then."

To which Randy replies…

"I’d like to wait for the price increase,
But today, I gotta eat."


Unexpectedly, I get to work 10-9 again today!! Call me the Beer King, Bitches!!


Kim said...

I love your poems!

Keep it up and cheers!

Matt-Man said...

Kim: Thanks...You may be the only one. Cheers Kimmeh!!

Micky-T said...

Dumpster diving.....?

now that I can relate to.

This stuff works for me!

Anonymous said...

Those are good too, but I like the one about the sun the best.

I agree w/Charlene, there's NO way I'd ever share old diary entries or sketches, etc. EMBARRASSING.

Marilyn said...

I like the second one. Sharing poetry you write yourself is sometimes the bravest and hardest thing a person can do.

Mike said...

"... Why don‘t you do it too, ya big pussy?”

You are what you eat.

Scott Oglesby said...

This was great Matt, I’d love to see more of your bared soul. Really. I loved the first one but the second had some serious meat to it!

I’m shooting you an email with a link to a blogger friend who is a beast at poetry, but more importantly has links to sites for prompts and getting published.

Desert Rat said...

The second poem really struck a chord with me. We have so many transients pushing their carts through the neighborhood, salvaging their livelihood from our cast off treasures. It saddens me. Many of us simply leave things in the alleys for them to pick up. We're discouraged from doing this but if it will help...

I think that is an element of good poetry, Matthew: it stirs something within. Nicely done.

Matt-Man said...

Micky: I did plenty of that when I worked for SEIU. It's fun...if you don't have to do it survive. Cheers Mick!!

D: I was emabarrassed as soon as I hit "publish". And I like the sun poem as well. Cheers D!!

Marilyn: I agree. And by the way, I didn't expect to be working this morning so I'll have your schtuff up tomorrow. Cheers Marilyn!!

Matt-Man said...

Mike: Ha...Damn right, my good man. Cheers Mike!!

Scott: Thanks Scott...Got your email. I'll get back with ya tonight or tomorrow. Cheers Scott!!

Rat: There is a guy who rummages through our dumpsters every Sunday morning at 10:30 or so. I'm going to make him a sandwich this Sunday and wait for him. Thanks my friend. Cheers Rat!!

Dianne said...

I love the second one
working man poetry
made me think of pete seeger

Matt-Man said...

Dianne: I dig Pete Seeger and listen to him often. Eh, it wasn't bad for being drunk and spending twenty minutes on it. Cheers Sexy!!

Phfrankie Bondo said...

...ain't words swell?...

Matt-Man said...

Phfrankie: I do luv em' so. Cheers P-Man!!

Cheers said...

They are both great - each in its own touching way. Thanks for sharing them.

Jay said...

This is great stuff. You have a lot of poetry talent dude.

VE said...

Poetry? Poetry? And I came over here for some abuse and a virtual shot and now I get poetry?

Oh...all right, Mr. Softy!

Charlene said...

Ah, Matt-Man. You mentioned my name in your blog. WOW

Writing is like my bleeding on the page. Life compounds. Things I read stack up. Words I see or hear from the world get stuck in my head. Then I write a poem or a story and from then on, I don't have to think about that any more. It's out and on some virtual page.

Matt-Man said...

Cheers: Why thank ya. Thanks for the comment, and Cheers!!

Jay: That second one just poopped into my head last night. It could use some honing, but thanks, Jay. Cheers!!

VE: Hee Hee...It's sad isn't it? Cheers Funny Man!!

Matt-Man said...

Charlene: Ha. You're thrilled, aren't ya? I know what you mean Charlene. I get a word or phrase that sounds good and it gets stuck in my head. Writing it out helps get it out of my mind. Cheers Charlene!!