The amazing Skidboot
A Long Way To Pocatello Tonight
Have you ever seen
such a clean crowd of people
sitting in their folding chairs
listening
chortling,
have you ever seen
such a thing?
I have.
They're just everywhere.
They want stripper poets
killer poets and poets
who kill themselves
for a living
as ornery as that
must sound
to the untrained ear
that doesn't know
too much about
poetry but alot
about sitting in an audience.
It's a long way to Pocatello tonight
isn't it? I know it's a long way
but do tell me, how far?
Once, we met Rothenberg
and he knew about that distance
to Pocatello. Just discovered it.
I might just tell him tonight
how far Pocatello is
when there is no audience
and life is just a watch and a wait.
2 comments:
This let me cry. I started to say made me but that was wrong. It is hard and lonesome and not over yet by a longshot. It is a long way and will be a long time.
R.
:)
Yeah...sometimes one of my own poems makes me cry too...not that often but that one, yes.
It's been a long way to Pocatello hasn't it.
All my love for sure. You are the best thing since processed cheese. Or maybe frisbees. I don't know.
No one and I mean no one, can take credit for this but you.
No one will or would ever dare.
Allah bless you.
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