Peep Show of the soul

Written by Michael Kolesky

 

Smacked out

In this classroom

Reading poems

About how poets

Find the spontaneous spirit

For this great

And holy craft

That allows them

To interpret

All the vague glimpses of beauty

In life’s chaos

Nobody else can see

 

And I’m sitting here

Thinking

What’s so great

About this curse

To interpret everything

But know nothing

What’s so great

About this anguish

Of having every

Feeling and thought

Intensified

What’s so great

About this

Bullshit

 

It’s easy

To sit in a room

And say there’s something

Divine

In the thoughts

Of these writers

Translated and defined

In this block titled

Seventh edition

Introduction

 

But all an

Idiot savant

Like myself

With cassettes and notebooks

Full of gibberish and ramblings

Supposedly poetic

Can do in this class

Is sit

And hope the existential doom

Doesn’t get too

Intensified

 

And all I can do

When it does

Intensify

Is enough speed to

Outrun these thoughts

Drink enough to

Numb all these feelings

And fuck enough women to

Have someone else

Take my soul

 

I hope

Years from now

My bastard lovechild

I birthed on these

Pages

Is never adopted

By some edition

Of this introduction

Of a demented peep show

Into a writer’s

Soul

 

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