Brian Mayo

Gold Star - 12,347 Points (1960)

Poetry Is Stupid - Poem by Brian Mayo

“You haven’t been there for two years! ” she complained.
The tapping foot meant she was a live grenade, so I took my time before answering.
She stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip.
She was wearing a lime green dress, and looked like a teapot, ready to boil.
I poured a shot of whiskey in my coffee and used the remote to pause the game.
I turned my head, giving her my full attention. “Honey, it’s not that I don’t like your parents, but you know damn-well… I told you I was never going back to that house.”
“But, why? ” she whined. “Mom’s always asking me when you’re coming over! ”
“And your dad...? ”
She faltered, “Well....”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“Just ‘cause he didn’t like your book? ”
I fished around in my shirt pocket for a cigarette and began looking for my lighter.
I found it buried it the cushions.
“If it wasn’t for that book we’d still be living in their basement.” I replied.
“I know, I know! But I can’t help it if he thinks poetry is stupid! ” she blurted.
I looked at her innocently. “And what do YOU think? ”
I applied flame to my cigarette, giving her time to formulate an answer.
“I, um, I love your poems, Brian, you know that.”
“Do you? Do you really? ”
“Well...some of them. MOST of them...” she added hastily.
I smiled thinly and turned the game back on.
“Tell your mom I said hi.”

I took a drink of coffee and swore softly.
The Lions were getting their butts handed to them.

Topic(s) of this poem: family, relationships

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a work of fiction. I am not married and have never sold a poem or made a single dime from writing.

Comments about Poetry Is Stupid by Brian Mayo

  • Mike Smith (3/2/2016 10:21:00 PM)

    Another work of a beautiful imagination coupled with descriptive wording.
    Only part I didn't understand was the under the breath cursing over the football game. Anyone who follows the sport simply expects the lions to lose by now... Right?
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  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/27/2015 12:05:00 PM)

    I also forgot to mention the title...loved it! It captured my attention and it also emphasized the meaning in the writing. (Report) Reply

  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/27/2015 12:04:00 PM)

    Brian, This is GREAT prose! I love the line...she was a live grenade, and [she] looked like a teapot about to boil. You truly captured the emotion of a charged moment leading into a very heated argument. I FELT it! Also, I like the way you introduce the dark side of family dynamics...around the holidays....and how they can affect relationships/marriages. Also, the imaginative part about the man's book getting them 'out of the basement' was brought HGTV's househunters to mind for me. Relationships are complex and this brief gem...does a great job of conveying that with descriptive imagery and dialogue. Well done! (Report) Reply

  • Wes Vogler (11/25/2015 12:23:00 PM)

    Yes but are you assinine enough to be a smoker? 38 years ago for me along with coffee Now it's tea and beer.
    You do, however have the knack of entertaining so a 9 Even though it isn't a poem
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 25, 2015

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