Oh, You Needy Spiritual Vacuum, You

Brahms brings out the writer in me
as I sit here asking why there is nothing
as beautiful as this guy’s meaty work (well,

this is untrue because there is nothing
more beautiful than whatever of my hundreds
of favorites currently fires the electrons
of the MP3 player at the moment), asking why

I have no words for the spiritual beauty I seek
and touch for mere glancing moments, asking why

I have no clues about how to
write poetry, except that I know you should never
write about writing poetry, so I droop,

conducting the air, asking god
to take me out, to take me
away to where my existence is only

Brahms, Mozart, Ligeti,
Bach, Shostakovich,
(well, there are surely a few others, maybe even
David Foster Wallace or Anne Sexton
or Hemingway!),

and these round, jolly dudes give me pipes
filled with funny tobacco and endless Costco
cake (just the blue icing), visions interrupted

by internal, screaming pleas, “God, please,
take me out,” but the compressed, dilapidated,

empty, vicious, pressed, caked wood yawns
at my spooky stupid whims and tells me to get back
to work on the meaningless numbers that I push

around, with only Brahms saving me from a
hanging from a light pole that has spooky
intimations of a cross and is warmly welcoming.

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  1. #1 by Hudson Howl on June 13, 2013 - 1:53 pm

    As elusive is the creative spirit, it seems the artist creates not because they must, but rather because they’re possessed to do so. Period.

    • #2 by Carl on June 17, 2013 - 11:33 am

      Yes, possessed to do so. Thanks for your comment.

  2. #3 by Michele Seminara on June 13, 2013 - 3:29 pm

    Fantastic!

    • #4 by Carl on June 17, 2013 - 11:34 am

      Thank you, Michele! You are very kind to comment.

  3. #5 by Shawn on June 13, 2013 - 4:57 pm

    your poems reward multiple readings – and I enjoy them the first time!
    i just tried to write about the “glancing moments” myself,
    trying to collect them to overcome the yawns and the whims and the meaningless numbers.
    thank you for your writing.

    • #6 by Carl on June 17, 2013 - 11:35 am

      Thank you, Shawn. Your comment means a great deal to me. For anyone to want to read twice, that is massive reward.

  4. #7 by clinockJohn on June 14, 2013 - 2:48 am

    I’m with Shawn -“the yawns and the whims and the meaningless numbers.” – perfect. As always Carl you distil the everyday into magical gifts – thank you…

    • #8 by Carl on June 17, 2013 - 11:47 am

      Thank you for your comment, John. You are very kind.

  5. #9 by Evelyn on June 14, 2013 - 9:47 pm

    “and these round, jolly dudes give me pipes
    filled with funny tobacco and endless Costco
    cake (just the blue icing), visions interrupted

    by internal, screaming pleas, “God, please,
    take me out,””

    solid work right here…

    • #10 by Carl on June 17, 2013 - 11:47 am

      Thank you. I appreciate your comment!

  6. #11 by Evelyn on June 14, 2013 - 9:49 pm

    and yes. you are SO bold with your titles…

    • #12 by Carl on June 17, 2013 - 11:48 am

      They’re too wordy though. 🙂

  7. #13 by Carl D'Agostino on June 26, 2013 - 6:03 am

    I never had any appreciation for classical music. I do real well on the cake part, however.

    • #14 by Carl on June 28, 2013 - 6:41 am

      We should open a cake factory and see how much gets out the door.

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