I’ve tried to write the way you do.
Tried to splay my words out
Drawing faint lines across table tops and screens
Trying to keep the disconnected
And yet still coherent.
I tried throwing poems in blenders.
Squishing out all the juices
And making dizzying cocktails
That would make even you
But I think I figured it out.
I’ve got one foot in and one foot out.
I may never be a great poet.
May never have my name in lights
My books on library shelves.
But I do have something that you
Don’t seem to have.
I have the charm for the everyday.
I can charm the pants off people.
And I know you
With your silver tongue
Can goad a few people into making your life easier.
But I’ve never used my power for evil
And people have never doubted me.
When I open my mouth
People genuinely like me.
You don’t have that gift.
All you have is tricks and charades.
So keep scratching your poetry on bloody walls.
I am going to go out and change the world.
Because even as I write this poem
I’m making plans for turning everything around.