What if today is the day
That I will write the last poem I will ever write
And all the poems after will just be
Versions of the same poems I keep writing and writing?
I’m just another man abandoned and doing his laundry on a Monday afternoon
So it’s amazing how many I have written so far.
It must be nearly a dozen
With the other two thousand just echoes.
I’ve spent more time trying to write poetry
Than I have saying good morning to people
And I am OK with that.
They say it’s not about the destination
But the journey
And I have to tell you
The journey sucked
And the destination is never to be arrived.
I don’t get laid much
But at least my profundity keeps me warm.
If I die tonight and I’ve only really written eleven real poems
I’m cool with that –
Almost all the people I know
Have written none.
John Tustin began writing poetry a little over a decade ago after a hiatus nearly as long. http://fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.