It's Easy to be Arty When You Don't Do Anything

Were those guys for real, he asks,
Those Chinese guys, who drank
For weeks while looking into
Moonlit rivers, plodding brightly
Blossomed roads? How the hell'd
They pay their bills? He's off
Weekends; that is all, and, even
When he's off, he works. The
Lawn is long, and must be mowed.
The gutters clogged. They must
Be cleared. The sink, the car,
The god-damned hours watching
Children's soccer games. He
Gets a beer at five o'clock, a couple
More, then goes to bed. He tells
Himself those guys were lucky,
Living lazy poets' lives. He's less
So, and can't believe there's
Poetry in his.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-11 at 13:44

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