by Darryl Price
Sometimes you have got to dance to
Be heard. You have to sing out loud
To be understood. Other times
No matter what you splash in paint
The beauty goes on shamelessly
Not arousing any type of
Curiosity. We're all at
The dangerous end of someone's
Notion of fair play. Sometimes you
Have to beat your wings against the
Bright bulb of this life just to stir
Up a little more texture to
The air. You have to dive headfirst
In the active ingredient
Before you know you're still alive
Or not. Sometimes you tell yourself
You'll think of something to battle
The pitiless, dull, corrupt and
Insane emperors of Art. Go
Publish a friendless little ode
Under a nonsense pseudonym,
For instance, for fun, clapping three
Times in the saddened process to
Scare away the hypocrisy.
Sometimes this means you are about
To cry. I know. Other times you
Blow your nose and picture a kissed
Apple as pink as a Harvest
Moon. Other times, like now, you share
The simple joys of the forest
With nothing but leaves—I don't make
This stuff up! Only sometimes, like
When I first saw you, I forgot
All about stepping into the
Taciturn water. Forgot you've
Already cut opened my flaps.
Pots & Pans
Looking for a good opening line here,
Can't seem to find one so you'll just have to
Live with this lump of words until we get
Things started. I had this lofty notion,
Banging together a bunch of vowels.
Anyway, might as well get on with it,
But please don't get me started on the real
Reasons I want so badly to clang, clang
Every cloud in the skyway today. I
Think you know what I'm getting at—I've said
It a million times before—how hard is
It to hear the sound of one hand typing?
Don't play blind, deaf and dumb with me. You aren't
A wizard and I'm no lamb. I'm going
To pull back every curly sun ray and
Let it shimmer & shake its way back to
Heaven as loud as it wants to—that's the
Assignment to myself. I hope you will
Understand. I need the noise. It helps me
To feel present. So this is a one-man
Parade and it's coming down your street. Is
This a rain bucket full of flames? This is
An iridescent purple throated grape.
Ha! Sorry, this poem's not labeled for
Retail sale. Argument against a heart-
Less circle without proper bird echoes.
by Darryl Price
Well there must be something to say that doesn't suck.
That doesn't remind. That won't back down. Rewind. There must
be something to say that gets in touch. That keeps
the plan alive. Yeah look at all those drop outs.
Look at all those chickens. There must be something to
say that I had no idea was available to me,
to us. I like that kind of surprise, don't you?
There must be something to say that isn't just swimming
up in a hurry to say a stupid goodbye. I'm
sick of goodbyes. People use them like ass wipes. There
must be something to say that takes a lot more
than the expected public leap. There must be something to
say that is at peace with itself, but still not
quite dead yet. Uh Oh here come all the fledgling
psychologists with their empty butterfly nets spouting their lovelorn advice
on the unsuspecting world like over eager doggies looking for
another toss of the already soaking tennis ball. You get
it. Well there must be something else besides all the
fuzzy nonsense. There has got to be something to say
that isn't just the echo of some nostalgic longing for
the good old days. Fuck the good old days. There's
nobody here but us now. Get with the program and
help me to find something to say that is more
honest than the infinite ache all around us. I mean
it. There must be something to say that the gods
can actually hear in spite of the stars. I didn't
say anything about your religion. Jesus, listen up. There's beauty
in the world that isn't applied through a tube. There's
truth in the world that isn't found in a book.
There's enough tears already to last us until the end
Of all time. Haven't we had enough? All I'm saying
is there must be something to say that can be
heard through all the constant babbling bullshit about nothing. Maybe
this isn't it. So? So what? I don't have to
explain my paintings to you. You probably wouldn't understand it
if I did. Feel what you feel. That's the closest
you'll get to an explanation. Just remember there must be
something to say that isn't just about falling asleep again.
There must be something to say that's like planting trees.
Something more than drivel. Would you like to come in?
All rights reserved.
This is my way of being with you when we are so far apart. I just want you to know I feel it, too. Life is hard. Sometimes after all your trying nothing happens. But please don't give up, or if you do, know that you can always come back to the courage to continue. I will carry you in my words. I will wait for you in my words. I won't let them forget you. What you can do for me is carry your own friends forward with you when they are weak and can't go on. It may be a small box but it contains a universe on the inside.