Gentle and heartfelt greetings to all of you discerning drinkers of the warm and aromatic
coffee of life that is IWS Radio.
Renown poet and IWS Literary Editor, Paul Piatt here, bringing you some of today’s finest in the world of poetry, prose, and people.
Today during our journey along the sullied boulevard of words made magical, and life’s pentameters made iambic, I offer unto you a poem by poet and co-cost of the IWS Radio Show, Matt-Man…
From his award winning book of poetry titled, Goose Eggs Over Easy, here is a poem by IWS‘ very own Matt-Man, titled…I Can’t Write Tonight…
Jayman I am sorry,
I cannot write tonight.
My sister is a jerk and incredibly uptight.
I’m trying to set up a party
for my big-footed son.
But I guess, as it is late…it’s hard to be done.
It is kinda funny
That I paid, lo all of these years
But there will be no high fives
Nor laughter
Nor cheer.
My best friend is languid, sleeping and all
My son has no clue
His Mom refuses to call back my call
I’ll take a deep breath
And the anger will pass
But for now, and until then…
They can all kiss my ass.
Goose Eggs Over Easy, by Matt-Man
And for now as I travel the road less traveled,
Paul Piatt
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattman_iws
coffee of life that is IWS Radio.
Renown poet and IWS Literary Editor, Paul Piatt here, bringing you some of today’s finest in the world of poetry, prose, and people.
Today during our journey along the sullied boulevard of words made magical, and life’s pentameters made iambic, I offer unto you a poem by poet and co-cost of the IWS Radio Show, Matt-Man…
From his award winning book of poetry titled, Goose Eggs Over Easy, here is a poem by IWS‘ very own Matt-Man, titled…I Can’t Write Tonight…
Jayman I am sorry,
I cannot write tonight.
My sister is a jerk and incredibly uptight.
I’m trying to set up a party
for my big-footed son.
But I guess, as it is late…it’s hard to be done.
It is kinda funny
That I paid, lo all of these years
But there will be no high fives
Nor laughter
Nor cheer.
My best friend is languid, sleeping and all
My son has no clue
His Mom refuses to call back my call
I’ll take a deep breath
And the anger will pass
But for now, and until then…
They can all kiss my ass.
Goose Eggs Over Easy, by Matt-Man
And for now as I travel the road less traveled,
Paul Piatt
mattmaniws@ymail.com
@mattman_iws
8 comments:
All great poetry comes from the deepest pits of despair. Or something like that.
Jay
This is a great poem! I'm sure Jay is touched.
Jayman: IKR? So I guess that means that I wasn't in a very deep pit when I wrote this. Cheers Jayman!!
Matt-Man
Gnetch: Thanks I especially like the Dr. Seuss type call back line. Jay IS very sensitive to things likes this and I am sure he was moved. Cheers Gnnnnnnetch!!
Matt-Man
Most awesome poem my friend:)
Beth: Straight from my bruised and battered solar plexus. Cheers Schmooooop!!
Matt-Man
I feel for you Matt-Man. You really love your kid and as long as he knows it (how could he not?) that's what matters most.
I'm sorry your sister is a shit.
Knight: Eh, thanks Knight. In all likelihood he will be going to college nearby, so it will all work out. Cheers Knight!!
Matt-Man
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