lonely
dropped a word to me today
said
you wrote a poem about me thanks
yesterday so
I wanted to explain myself
especially as they’re discussing me right now
in academic though wobbly drawn circles
the older guys say I’m a Concept
and therefore existed
before Shakespeare found a name for me, while
the younger guys
the So-Sures and the Deriders
say I’m merely a Signifier with
an uneasy relationship
with a Signified or
if you’re into that sort of abstruse joke,
a Significant Other
deep in myself
I’m One; that is,
an individual in one sense
but Everything, All One, in another theological
or philosophical or ontological sense
which feels pretty good,
a One without a Second
say the gurus
to illustrate my point
I’m writing this on the pommel of my saddle
riding the range out here where men are men
and no-one mentions that film;
Nashville on my i-pod,
Lonesome himself,
my chosen state of states,
the Iconic All-American
free as a wild mustang in the hills
though sometimes I’m just
Lonely
waiting for that ride into town and
the bar where everyone knows my name
and the barmaid says she waits for me alone
if it’s the third Thursday in the month
Lonesome. Lonely. Close.
That’s the West for you.
And someOne has to do the job.
* * *
(For Will the poet and Will the barber with thanks)
Will is.... rather wonderful. And I'm with Nat here on the 'nor sure why' front! t x
Lonely is such a sad state and sometimes I live it, thank God mostly I'm a happy, very busy person and hope to be that way for a very long time. I enjoyed this poem very much. Thankyou Michael---Melvina---
like the story/poem, the idea works very well on paper, the sad part, being alone can be and is very sad, , , , , , , , , , , , , , and yes i can see every word of this poem, very good.
I have great appreciation for Lonely... Great friend of Loneliness, my good friend. Michael I love the personification... I'm inspired to write back to Lonely.
Couldn't resist having a peep at this - after reading your first poem, which is adorable. This one should be accompanied by Aaron Copeland - perhaps his Clarinet Concerto. You are one crazy poet! love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Podner, ya made me right proud. Not so lonesome, tonight. Gosh, this is a good poem. I saw a lotta horses in Tennessee, but most of 'em was thoroughbreds - you know, the kind that run around in circles. Not like the cattle-hosses we got down hyar in Texas. Honored by bein' noticed by a foreigner. - Will
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
im not sure why i like this, but i do. maybe it's because i'm in a western mode of spirit now and you are in a western reality