Persistence is required to succeed.
So I was told.
So I was told by those who already succeeded.
I do not understand their goals.
Poets know better than to imagine gold—
an audience screaming as if the poet were a rock star.
There is always the conundrum:
am I a stream moving around rock
a stone moving through the water
or both in motion simultaneously.
No matter. My brain resigns
to my malformed version of a nap.
By the way. I require more manuscript boxes
to store my written poetry.
A polite world generally ignores poets—
their indiscretions and words.
It means I need to misbehave more
to be noticed.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney