too damned clever

for a long time i just wanted to kiss and be kissed

but, bucking convention, couldn’t

write dreamy poems

of sunset walks on the shore —

just because i was loveless

didn’t mean my poetry had to be trite.

and i didn’t write about rejection

because, well, i didn’t know any girls.

instead began writing poems with

chromed hubcap metaphors,

maybe tacky tin-can metaphors, in truth,

but shiny like the hubcaps on my ’53 merc’,

blinding me with dreams of attracting a girl,

blinding me to whatever truth the metaphor

was supposed to unfold.

 

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sanberdooboy

I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

6 thoughts on “too damned clever”

  1. This is a lovely expression of duality, the need and vulnerability we are so often so uncomfortable with, that we conceal it beneath a shell, a veneer, in this case, of gleaming, shining, reflective and deflecting chrome. 🙂

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    1. i appreciate that you’ve described how the poem comes across to you. we men often aren’t comfortable with having or sharing the feelings of emotional need and vulnerability. our culture makes it much easier for us to write about hubcaps than heartaches.

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  2. Great poem, Michael. Some feelings are easier to communicate indirectly, but that doesn’t take away from the sentiment or its depth. This is something I experience as well. It seems to be a lifelong process, chipping away at the shell until we are comfortable writing about the core.

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