PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Ah, I’m no Kerouac

I’ve been assured

of that

everyone says

I got talent—

at least those

not in the know

that really seems

to be my problem

I’ll convince

the lathe worker

(after buying him

a few beers)

I convince the 45 year old

female bartender

with a nice ass

and a coy, sheepish smile

but I don’t ever

get in with the right scene

I ain’t part

of the old boy network

of White Hetero males

and I ain’t

politically correct enough

to get federal funding

I drink too much

I smoke marijuana

It’s rumored that

I masturbated

once or twice

I wear ugly clothes

mind way way gone

but I convince

a few co-workers

and bar buddies

none of whom

have ever actually

seen my writing

just accept my word

on good faith

I convince a girl

I screwed in the back seat

Of an old car

(tho I did write her

a so so poem

about fleeting passion)

I convinced my dog

and a Septa bus driver

after a few beers

I convince myself

though I’m certainly not

the next Kerouac

or the next Ginsberg

but since I don’t

really have other plans

I might as well

just continue along

in this vein

figuring that eventually

I just might be

able to actually impress

some of the right people