A pome by a guy who consistently flunked poetry

Monday, February 1st, 2010 | Posted by: Uncategorized

Of the many things that I was bad at in English classes, my lowest point was poetry. To this day, I still do not know why some stuff is poetry and some other stuff isn’t.

When I was dying in a Greek Lyric Poetry class, I liked and maybe understood a quatrain by Sappho, but then those four lines became embroiled in an academic fight and they might not be by Sappho after all. Despite that disappointment,  I liked them any way.

Surprisingly, being a failed student and not even understanding what I was reading or why, once Aphrodite bounced me on my head a few years ago, I kind of got the poetry bug.

My initial love poems were a little strange. One of the early ones, My Love is like a Carcinoma ran into difficulties with a forced rhyme. Like metastasize is so easy to rhyme with.

I had an inspiration recently, but it’s not auto-bio, just a bug bite. Yet I think it might be a poem after all.

Complication

Wedded-bliss

Distressed

Mistress

Undressed

Witnessed

Confessed

Redress

Big mess.