Wednesday, June 17, 2009

HUMAN BEING

My problem is
everyone mistakes me
for an onion
not a sapient
old dead poet

Why can't I be mistaken
for for a trumpet swan
dancing in the mist
or a bellydancer
having the best hand
at the poker table?

I know I barked
like a dog
devoured bones
played tether ball
and drapeed my leg
around fire hydrants

But if you check
my bibliography
you will find
I once hit
like Joltin Joe
played the horn
like Loui
danced
like Astaire
sang
like Hank
dripped
like Pollock
wrote like
Kerrouac

A human being
before
growing in the garden
as an onion

6 comments:

Lluvia said...

Wayne, How you see yourself... that is how I've seen you. Your life and your passions come out in your writing, in your art. You're a cool guy. Are you still taking care of your partner (with the knee replacement)? Take care. =)

James said...

I love the 1st stanza. It really drew me in and led nicely to the ending.

Tamra said...

What a great job using the words. Loved the last stanza.

Lawrence Gladeview said...

wayne a fantastic take and utilization of the prompt words. stanzas 1-3 set up stanza 4 perfectly, really stoking the effect. that final stanza brings the piece full circle. enjoyed this morning.

Erin Davis said...

Ah-ha! Great use of the words. I love the way the self is described.

bitchyangel said...

i love the first stanza..really...

i liked this wayne...