Jim McCrary Poetry Reading Info

Poet and anti-poet: The duality of Lawrence writer Jim McCrary - Interview

LISTEN TO ME WHILE I DIE

Listen to me while I die or not to me no different

Since all will come before this finds the final rhyme

Or not

This has nothing to do with the on going internet love fest

Called today   what’s left of verse which

It seems has lasted

Longer than mattered that’s for sure

But those before me [the last of the past] were well aware

And noted duly the fact that word died on

The page and off [mostly self-inflected] by the likes

Of you  and who is that/ you know/ the one left standing

And wondering how that came to pass

Which only proves that some/not all/ not all

Will continue the arcane and insidious so called attempt

To whip up public interest [which has never really worked before]

And anyone tells you that the verse ran the world in some mid age

Theatre of lost actors who never were good enough to make it anywhere

But England or rural France well then I have a pair of tights just your size

In the back room and will kindly loan you a copy of the latest Harriet endorsed

Memoir to read out loud at your local Burger Bar just to prove that the truth is that

There is none left and beating anything to death

[imagine all those periods]

Is simply a cowards way out just ask I’ll wait

[as time pisses and words fade the curtain will fall]

Going on to write of lost wishes and found demands

Doesn’t always equal notice or fame that is sometimes in demand

After all is said and said again

Repeating the same thing over until someone notices is what becomes

Stand up in today’s poetry clubs that rampage through an urban maze

[just ask Tills or one of his muttered partners on the links]

Which direction anything new can take

And then subtract 100 years of nonsense including the latest from both coasts

[and the either world]

Of home schooled laureates from states not admitted yet

Or is this all just another way [another attempt]

At backlog/clog/slog

[you were taught that rhyme was awful old – no]

Anyway the end is near (er) than you think it might be

Just around a corner left to this

When begun again then the end comes closer to hearing footsteps

 And when you can hear the feet it’s time to beat

[old tune titles best used as fill to craft]

Closing now as ever then

When we lay away and feel the fur on bellies in bed beside us

Then time come is time come no doubt that

we say get up we mean only in the past scent left

But future fortunes which might just be the only

Reward for any of this  is

Often the only source found

[don’t believe all  you hear…or say]

Sound of course the only way either one or another

Can find a way to say just what it was become

So cute how it works out in lines

Not always the case as some so demand either sound or fury

Count twice coming in and going out either way it is a grand way

To find the lost piece of any lyrical swing along lifes

Grand hiway and that is this for sure

Do not count on any offers of future to cancel

Out the moments lost to present fumbling

Left or right is nice but not necessary for long term

[dropping something just to hear it]

Content uh content

We will see that come from long far away to pass by in a

Micro cloud digging its own grave

This is done