Bobbling on my couch in quiet ecstasy,
reading my books,
not finishing my books,
shifting from this book to the next,
never wanting to do what is required,
staring at the ceiling,
imagining a variety of universes.
All of you do right things naturally.
When I finally go off to be human,
when I do the right thing,
I want praise and trophies.
I want loud applause and big hugs.
Enough reinforcement,
I will scrub the bathroom again and again.
I long to be right naturally
instead of desperate for praise and plaques,
not received but desired,
instead of a lover of books.
stillfugue 
#1 by carldagostino on April 20, 2011 - 2:31 pm
Not finishing a book is the epitome of literary rebellion and contempt for the written work. I find it ironic and really funny that one uses a peom to convey that thought.
#2 by Carl on April 20, 2011 - 9:52 pm
Interesting reflection. When one purposefully doesn’t finish a book because it does not communicate to that person, that is the best move, but I usually finish all of mine. I just don’t go one at a time.
#3 by Richard Holt on April 20, 2011 - 4:24 pm
This struck a very strong chord – the desire for acknowlegement, the things left unfinished. I love the idea of imagined plaques.
#4 by Carl on April 20, 2011 - 9:55 pm
Thank you, Richard. You’re very kind to comment!
#5 by Marian on April 20, 2011 - 5:41 pm
oh, man, you got your finger right on it, carl.
#6 by Carl on April 20, 2011 - 9:56 pm
Wow! I feel like I just got a trophy! 🙂 Thank you, Marian. I appreciate your reading and commenting!
#7 by booguloo on April 21, 2011 - 2:32 pm
Love the message. Nice job!
#8 by Carl on April 22, 2011 - 7:00 am
Thank you for your comment.
#9 by Val Erde on April 21, 2011 - 7:06 pm
Yep. You need acknowledgement for being you.
#10 by Carl on April 22, 2011 - 7:02 am
Ah, acknowledgment for being me can be a good thing. Needing acknowledgment for doing the things everyone else does probably not needed… 🙂