Poet: Jerry Randolph Gilmer
New Orleans, Louisiana USA
I am meant to have a process.
A structure, of sorts, to get me from the top of a thought to the bottom.
I don't know.
I wake up. Almost always sometime after I've fallen asleep.
Timing doesn't really seem to apply.
15 minutes, 30 minutes, or 10 hours.
The sun can do what it wants.
As long as it stays well away from whatever nest I've ended up in.
I think I'm cathemeral.
Like a lemur.
I wake when I'm made to, so I can get my what not done.
My whatnot is writing.
Not all grown up writing.
I'm a Poet.
After a fashion.
A lyricist, really.
Although I do, from time to time, get struck with an unleavened bolt of whatever the hell, and scribble out little stories.
Real quick like before they scamper off where someone with talent can five course meal them.
I'm at best the Amuse-bouche of writing.
Maybe the aperitif.
Utterly unimportant, but useful for justifying the expense.
At least that's how I see it.
But it's maybe best to not go by me. I'm more than a little detached.
I had an ongoing, circuitous, often maddening, yet always entertaining back and forth with my most "X" of exes about whether or not someone could Know they were eccentric.
I always lost.
Unless I didn't.
It tended to depend on how much time we had until the next social engagement.
Mustn't fuck with our public.
I kinda sorta "won" in the end.
On account of me losing my mind.
I have a Doctor's note.
He lost his too, so crowns all around.
I'm meant to write about writing.
I'd really rather not.
It makes one inexplicably honest, does the writing about writing.
I'll inevitably go deliriously off-book, intent upon chasing whatever rabbit caught my eye.
I have many rabbits.
My name should've been Warren.
Cause rabbits live in warrens?
It's a joke.
It's a terrible joke, but I'm a Poet, not a comic, so I'm perfectly fine with my bad rabbit joke.
But the process.
I find something.
Then I fiddle with it.
I'm likely to dive into my tragedies.
Always good for poetry.
Love works too.
Or it doesn't, which is kinda the whole point.
I'm unlikely to be 100% honest.
I'm being 100% honest about that.
We shall see, I suppose.
I'll see when you see.
Here! An unhelpful hint:
I seldom know what I'm writing about.
I get backhanded by a word, or phrase, or whatever, and then I write, and write, and write.
To the exclusion of everything else.
Then I read what I wrote.
I mean, I feel somewhat justified. It's not as if I'm taking liberties. I may not know the why of a thing, but I sling the ink, so yeah, I peek at it.
That's usually when I know what it is I was writing about.
At the end.
Not always, but usually.
I think I'm done.
I'll maybe scribble more later.
Fuck if I know, I just write here.
Oh! Here. Have a poem