Poetic People: An Update

I am just a cowboy, lonesome on the trail. Oh Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female - Thin Lizzy
On the day that she left, he died but it did not show - Neil Young

The lyrics are from one of my favourites Cowboy Song and a classic earl Neil Young track The Loner. I cite them cause I think that for today's blog I should address my level of isolation. I am a lover of people but I am a contradictory fucker too. I'm a loner, always have been, things gotta be done my way or no way at all. I have problems with rules and I think I call myself 5000 because I like the anonymity of it. Anyways I've been writing a bunch of poetry lately. I've always had troubles with writing because I don't like a lot of the options I have. Writing on paper isn't a forte of mine as a matter of fact my hand writing sucks and typing on word feels too muddled, like whatever I write will be lost in a sea of binaric coding. Maybe I need to organize my word files like I do my porn but you know when does one find the time lol.

I'm thinking about people and the fact that I don't know some people as well as I'd like to. The fact is I'd like to know everybody intimately but it's not always easy. I like the poetry of a person; ie their vanities, their desires and goals, their families, their pets or lack thereof, their sex-life, their tastes in music. My friend Mikhail for instance is a very vain man and I'm not doing some punk-ass internet hating on the guy because the hating on Mikhail is present in all aspects of our very deep friendship like when Lando gave Han all that shit when he arrived in Cloud City.

Some people fade in and out of my recognition, their lack or seeming lack of poetry makes me forget their names or count them in broad mental stereotypes that hopefully will break as I get to know them better. Some stereotypes of people I don't know that well: the snow-bunny, the straight-A student, the white person with dreadlocks, the jock/business student, the "look at me I'm an actor/actress" type, the evil monster...Actually that last one I made up, and most likely if I did meet someone that made me think that about them I'd probably go ahead and get to know their poetry.

I guess what I'm saying is a part of me wishes I got to know people better than I do but I'm a sensitive fuck and I stick close to my peoples. My peoples, I know their poems quite well as I've read and reread them many times. Still their are those that have their poems written on their sleeves, I just recently stole an old high school buddy's facebook status update which was about wine and sounded like it could've come from Sideways, anyways I never knew that guy well but I knew his poetry.

I recently read Michael Ondaatje's book on Billy the Kid, it's a book of mostly poetry and it started a national tradtion of books of poetry about historical figures. My book is called Cowboy Songs and I'm typing it out on my iPhone on the notes app as I've become very good at that and so I shall now find a poem for you guys so you can see what I'm up to, I'm hoping to get enough material one day to do a reading, or well a good reading I could probably pull one off with what I have provided I do a little editing.

Follow the muse
step out of your shoes
Do Anything You Want To
The kings of rock and roll are dead
replaced by broad strokes but it's complicated

I write to you after studying a man
And know that no man should be studied and
yet when we write it all down
for everybody that is around
well, anyways I guess I'm not the only one reading into it

Phil Lynott died as so many of his type did
And we weep for him but we forget about his kids
We don't know him like Scott, Brian or Brian did

I refer you back to those that died in its service
their heartbreaks shown for the whole world to see while we sit back nervous
From Karen Carpenter to Kurt Cobain
Tragedy, sadness and disdain

To those who lived for their work
for those who had to tell how they'd been hurt
Those departed due to their poetry
Leaving only words and memories