‘Write what you know’ is today’s jewel
from Our Lady of A Thousand Cliches.
Sexy but not graphic, cruder than risqué …
But if I wrote what I knew
eternal silence would be the cage
where pen would freeze above the page,
wordless. What we have never known
fills volumes, mortuary brimmed with bones.
I cast round for some ally in this coup
but find only accountants, busy at the gauge
of threadbare narrative, sand, and stones,
anecdotes no less bland for being true.
Dull confessions on a public stage:
a breakfast poem on a cellular phone.