gordon nosworthy


too Much Fay Not Enough Man Muscle - Poem by gordon nosworthy

So, you write poetry
Yes
So, you have a sensitive side
Somewhat
Doesn’t everybody
So, are you a little fay
What is fay
Fay is dainty-ness
I’m not dainty
People who write poetry
Are fay
Everybody knows that
How do they know
Breast milk
I don’t follow
We learn from infancy
Who teaches you
Everybody
It’s most often
A wordless gift
I’m not dainty
But you write poetry
I used to be a logger
Okay, a fay logger
I thought loggers
Were considered tough
Manly
They are, very
Then how can a logger be fay
They can if they write poetry
I used to struggle
In a long dark tunnel
Pushing buggies of burning
Wet concrete
Along the inside
Of 48 inch pipes
Deep underground
Fay concrete buggy pusher
I used to be a carpenter
Build houses
Walk along roof trusses
Three stories off the ground
Did you write poetry then
No
But you do now
Yes
An after the fact fay carpenter
I used to play football
Did you write poetry then
No
But you do now
Fay football player
What position
Inside backer
Clothesline was a speciality
Removing heads
Fay head remover
I used to be a lifeguard
And
Yes
Fay lifeguard
I saved a life
Did the person
Whose life you saved
Write poetry
As well
I don’t know
I didn’t have time
To ask
The judgment
Is reserved
I used to be a bouncer
And
Yes
Fay bouncer
I enjoy art
Do you collect
What
Art
Yes
For money
Only my own stuff
Mostly
Fay
I enjoy writing
Do you make big bucks
I don’t
Even make little ones
Fay
I ride bikes
Fay
I used to be a truck driver
Fay
Mailperson
Fay
Stockboy
Fay
I used to be a teacher
And
Yes
Fay teacher
What grade
Elementary
Fay
High school building construction
Some high school math
Fay, but with a little less wing
I used to run long distances
Fay runner
I don’t get it
Get what
How everything I am
Is designated
By the act of writing poetry
Its simple, really
Write a poem and you are fay
Forever
Forever
A personality tattoo
No matter what
No matter what
I used to jump from tall buildings
Did you write poetry
On my way down
Fay
I swam up
The Amazon River
A number
Of times
Did the piranha
Yes, my toes
Did you write poetry
Between strokes
Eating piranha
Gave me strength
Fay
I used to sell meat
And
Yes
Fay
I used to MMA
Did you write poetry
Between rounds
fay
I almost became a lawyer
And
Yes, between case studies
That explains it
All


Comments about too Much Fay Not Enough Man Muscle by gordon nosworthy

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (3/13/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem! Writing is art. Doesn't matter what other job you have, the size of your body or any other external characteristic. It's what comes from the inside. That's what counts in life. Nice job! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 14, 2014


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