WHY I WRITE POETRY

because
when it comes
it comes like a mack truck
and i don’t have the strength
to plant my heels
firmly in the dirt
and slow it down
and i don’t want it to pass on by
so my only choice
is to stick out my thumb
jump in
and ride along
with this shady methed-out
truck driver
until one of us
is ready to kill the other

because
when it comes
it comes like a great woman
and i’m usually and inconveniently drunk
so i ask her to dance
in a loud room
where maybe she won’t notice my slurring
and i wear my cologne thick
so maybe she won’t smell
the booze on my breath
and the dance never lasts long
and usually
i end up taking a cab home
and usually
she goes her own separate way
but sometimes
she comes with me
and we spend the night together
tossed in madness and revelation

because
when it comes
it comes like shock therapy
and in the pain
the swelling of the temples
the shaking of the muscles
the boiling of blood cells
sometimes
there is a moment of strong breath
where some ghost escapes
and someone else sees it
and them and me
will always have that
even if i’m not all there

because
when it comes
it comes like a letter bomb
and i could just throw it away
never open it
and the truth is
if i did that
i would be fine
but time and again
i play russian roulette
i do what’s worst for me
i open the letter
i inhale the toxins
i remind myself
that i am not god
and i am reasonably sure
that god would not be himself
if any of us
were ever considerate enough
to give him a choice
in the matter

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012

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52 thoughts on “WHY I WRITE POETRY

  1. Because when it comes you can’t think of a single thing you have to do except write it down.

    Wonderful writing, Brice. Thank you visiting my blog.

    • I think that’s why there’s no formula for how to write, or how to fight writer’s block for that reason. Everyone is inspired in very different ways.

  2. This is the best goddamn poem I’ve read in a while. I hate most contemporary poetry and its modern poseur cult of personality proselytizers (I’m looking at at you, Billy Collins and Poetry magazine), but this poem hits you in the gut like a shot of vodka and a lifetime of madness. This is pure unfiltered art. This is punk and anarchy in the face of the corporate machine. Good job, keep it up! Cheers, Mr. Miurro!

      • Of course not! I’m sorta, kinda lost right now…but, you are stuck with me! Your updates are the only ones I read. :)

      • Aw, thanks. I saw your shout out on twitter. I’ll check it out in a bit. I just got done driving from San Francisco to Denver.

      • Well, I said I was gonna do it a while ago..I stepped of my funk for a little bit today and blogged..oh, and I figured out how to put a link in my page! Hope you had a safe trip!

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  4. Really enjoyed reading your poetry, Brice. I’ve been writing and reading poetry a long, long time. Most of the stuff that gets published is crap. You’re sincere, heartfelt, and honestly expressive with refreshing language and style. I’m gonna’ have to stop back by and read some more when I have time. Bookmarked. You should try your hand at scriptwriting some time, too. It’s grueling and a nasty business, but your style lends to it. Thanks for the writes and the follow.
    fjl

  5. Wow, really super Brice! I’m honored that someone as yourself would deign to follow my blog ;)
    I really like the way you write these pithy, hard-hitting lines with such vivid imagery. Keep up the great work!

  6. because
    when it comes
    it comes like a mack truck
    and i don’t have the strength
    to plant my heels
    firmly in the dirt
    and slow it down
    and i don’t want it to pass on by
    so my only choice
    is to stick out my thumb
    jump in
    and ride along
    with this shady methed-out
    truck driver
    until one of us
    is ready to kill the other

    WOW WOW WOW

  7. WOW, great poem :) I like the form and how you wrote it as if someone asked you the question and you’re finding the perfect words to answer them. It lends honesty and a conversational flow to the poem… Spontaneous eloquence, which is always a nice surprise in this art form that is now often pretentious. Can’t wait to read more of your poems :)

    -Sari

  8. Very gritty and forward. Unacademic. A good one to introduce others, such as myself, to your work. Thanks for following me, and I look forward to reading your work in the future, man.

  9. Thank you for visiting my blog. I’m enraptured by your work here – the setting of the blog, layout, presentation, and in no small measure, your poetic prowess! Mack truck, all the way… it is very different from my style… all the more reason for me to admire and enjoy it – immensely. Be sure I’ll be dropping by more often in the coming year 2013.
    Have a great one there… and keep regaling your readers and fans :)

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