The Day Harry Became A Writer Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

As soon as the bell rang
I said, “Those with eyes, Harry, see.”
“So what you sayin’?
I ain’t got no eyes? ”
“You should think
of becoming a writer
whatever happened
to your rap songs? ”
“I ain’t no real rap writer.”
“No confidence, eh? ”
“I got confidence, to the max.”
“Could be
but
there’s no way to know
unless you do
the writing a long time.”
“What’s my chances?
plus, my spellin’ ain’t that solid
and I got deep worries
that’s why I bite my fingernails.”
Harry held high his hands
for all to see.
“Categorically
and fundamentally
all a great writer ever needs is
honesty—
those with eyes, see.”
“Yeah
I see
sure
true
no confusion...
those with eyes, see...
they ain’t got no blind spots
coverin’ up they knowledge
like a million watt bulb in the brain,
shinin’ out,
beyond mere bulbs
you got in your house
and I got a super bright bulb
burnin’ in my brain. Yeah, I see...
those with eyes, yeah,
sure, those with eyes,
see
sure...so...so...”
and then his head turned
into a frenzied bobbing blur of motion.
Mona said, “Bernstein, “You made the boy go nuts.”
Harry ceased his mad bobbing
calmly stood
pranced to the board and wrote:
“One morenin
the boye wackd up wit
one thowzan eyz
insteda the usuuel two.”