Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE WRITING OF POETRY, by EDGAR BARRATT First Line: I wish I had finished high school Last Line: You know where that leaves him. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
I wish I had finished high school So I could write poems about human nature. A taxi-driver learns a lot about human nature. Since they put the rear-view mirrors inside the cabs. And besides there is a lot of time to wait While your fare is getting drunk enough For someone to have to help you Put him inside the cab. And there is nothing to do but read And the magazines are getting rottener Which is probably because the editors are crazy. And I suppose they think the same about us writers. But they are wrong -- like the guy, When the circus came to town, last summer. He paid to see the fat lady Sitting on a platform, and he said to her, "I think you're crazy To sit there and let people Look at you for a dime." And she said, "I ain't as crazy as The people that pay to look, And besides, I get the dimes." And the guy didn't know what to say -- Like the fellow who said to the girl At June's place, "I don't see how you can be with just anybody for two bucks." And she said, "I am four dollars smarter Than you are, mister, on that one, The two you pay and the two I get, And besides two dollars is an awful good price For this town." And that guy didn't know what to say either. And the girl said, "Thank you, " like she always does. She is a very nice girl that way. And the editors pay some of us writers, So you can draw your own conclusions. But I suppose they will say they are more like The ticket seller at the side-show. But where does that put them, In the June's Place layout? So, now I don't know what to think But if the editor buys this You know where that leaves him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE EMOTIONS by EDGAR BARRATT |
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