Author: Karl Childress (---.net.nih.gov)
Date: 05-16-08 13:19
Please tell me what you think about this. not sure what direction I want to go in with writing.
Thanks
Is there a book in me?
By Karl Childress
Porn stars and ex-strippers. A hippie with dogs. I know taxmen, ex-preachers, a Frenchman who blogs.
I’ve seen several countries. I’ve eaten good stew. I’ve slept in great places, and not so great too.
I’ve written and drawn and spoiled canvases, three.
I have just one question: Is there a book in me?
I want to write right. Write just what I know. Right wrongs. Write of riches. Write sorrows. Write woes.
It’s said to imagine. Practice hard to create. Work every day. Overfill my plate. With words, play games. Throw, catch them. Try twisting.
When weary with words try turning to listings.
Read a lot.
Develop a plot.
Through all of my efforts still, book I have not.
I’ll try giving birth. A book baby I’ll bake.
I’ll grow him and nurse him.
How long does that take?
I’ll bake my book baby, bread in my brain oven.
He’ll be sired by semen words
From books in the dozens.
Happy with a bastard
How content I’d be. He’ll grow to adulthood,
A man scripted by me.
Quite possibly I’m dreaming.
These lines come too easy.
They’re jaundiced.
They’re white.
They’re silly, like pee.
Though nothing of substance
Have I been able to create.
I’ll pen a book yet!
Just sit there! You wait!
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