Poetry 1, Moskowitz 0
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It sits on my nightstand
silently mocking me
"Postmodern American Poetry"
with its picture of George Washington
given an Andy Warhol treatment
on the cover
I search for a short poem
that won't overwhelm me
but every writing here
appears needlessly long
I turn page after page after page
just trying to find the starting point
of the next poem
I find a quiet place
and I begin to read the first poem slowly
making sure not to continue
until the current idea is understood
my gaze is fixed
I can hear the words in my mind
and I'm trying so hard to understand
that I've lost my place
I begin again
and realize I don't know
if I know
the proper meaning of the word
"thicket"
so I stop and get my dictionary
and realize I knew exactly what it means
but
now, what did the poet mean?
I forge ahead
and read every word
I read it again
the words
colorful and distinct
bounce off my head
like rubber balls
off a slab of concrete
defeated
I return the book to its place
you've won this round
you insufferable bastard
and I reach for
my spiral bound notebook
and mechanical pencil
and attempt to even the score.
silently mocking me
"Postmodern American Poetry"
with its picture of George Washington
given an Andy Warhol treatment
on the cover
I search for a short poem
that won't overwhelm me
but every writing here
appears needlessly long
I turn page after page after page
just trying to find the starting point
of the next poem
I find a quiet place
and I begin to read the first poem slowly
making sure not to continue
until the current idea is understood
my gaze is fixed
I can hear the words in my mind
and I'm trying so hard to understand
that I've lost my place
I begin again
and realize I don't know
if I know
the proper meaning of the word
"thicket"
so I stop and get my dictionary
and realize I knew exactly what it means
but
now, what did the poet mean?
I forge ahead
and read every word
I read it again
the words
colorful and distinct
bounce off my head
like rubber balls
off a slab of concrete
defeated
I return the book to its place
you've won this round
you insufferable bastard
and I reach for
my spiral bound notebook
and mechanical pencil
and attempt to even the score.