I Write Because
I write because at the front of Room 214, Mr Waldron had a poster of “The Road Not Taken," complete with bare brown tree and forked black path.
I write because I needed to fill up the time in study hall and didn't feel like studying.
I write because of Don McLean, The Looking Glass, America, Lennon & McCartney.
I write because what else was an only child to do who couldn't throw a football or shoot baskets or hit home runs or score goals?
I write because of Erin, sage therapist, and Reverend Peggy, wise guide of the spirit.
I write because of autumn in New England. Because of tired faces on the Red Line.
I write because of black coffee and Dylan Thomas.
I write because Brother Pat Logan played "Let It Be" on his guitar in the Salesian Boys Club chapel.
I write because of Hart Crane, because of mountains, because of cold showers and ambidextrous crushes.
I write because of Saint Lucie’s Day, the yeares mid-night.
I write because of Wishes, Lies, and Dreams. Because of Seamus Heaney and Juan de la Cruz.
I write because Tracy Chapman smote my heart at first sight. I write because Cardinal Bergoglio became Pope Francis.
I write because the streetwise Eastie kids called me maggot, wimp, pussy, queer.
I write because of insomnia and even more black coffee. I write to praise the immortal Wystan Auden.
I write for the woman who looked at me funny when I said I wasn’t married.
I write because Dr Macmillan made me better, Dr Naidoo made me worse.
I write because E E Cummings grew up in Cambridge. Because Uta Pippig won the Boston Marathon.
I write: Simple Minds, the Smiths, New Order, Depeche Mode, the Cure, the Fixx, the Jam, the Call, the Clash, the Fall, Dexys Midnight Runners, A Flock of Seagulls.
I write because nobody's stopped me yet.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2022-01-11 at 09:05
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