I WRITE TOO MANY POEMS LATE AT NIGHT
By: Bryan Myers
there aren’t many people waiting on what I have to say
and the further I am away from everyone the better it is for me (and them)
I can listen to the piano concertos of a previous era
when I wasn’t even a thought in my great grandmother’s brain
I could’ve been anything other than what I am today
but maybe destiny is like a rocking chair
that fades into the sunlight
and returns
with the first
light of
day
but I’ll be gone
and I won’t leave much
behind
maybe a few pigeons
searching for an internet password
or
a guitar
out of tune
and
cheap
maybe they’ll say I was afraid
or
maybe they won’t say anything at all
maybe they won’t recognize the poet in me
or
maybe they will scoff at my verboten truths—that I
am
just like
them, so that’s why
I ran
into the wind like Freddy Mercury or Forrest Gump or Tom Cruise or Benny and the Jets
or
Kermit the Frog or Jasper and the White Winged Willies of second-nature, time to take a break,
as I write these poems into the moon
Mozart yawns
and I fart my time away like Vonnegut on his deathbed, smoking a cigarette and blowing a
gigantic circle that’s like reminiscing with the walls, life is
only as good as you let it be.
Bryan William Myers traveled to 12 countries in 2019. He's self-published 15 books. He's been published in various lit mags, including BULLSHIT Lit, The Hooghly Review, Wine Cellar Press, Punk Monk Magazine, Versification, Storgy, WriteNow Lit, and Whirlwind Magazine. His first chapbook of poems, Empty Beer Cans: Quarantine Poems from Da Nang, Vietnam, was released in May 2022 by Alien Buddha Press. His second chapbook entitled Traveling the World (at the End of the World) was published in the 2024 Summer Micro-Chap Series by Ghost City Press.
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