Professional Documents
Culture Documents
2008-2011
terry mccarty
As time passed,
the brick wall became real.
until I entered
the seventh grade
(junior high was only two years in our town)
and was made to realize
that older children existed.
HOSTILE ACRES
A chorus of disapproval:
DON'T TAKE OUR GUNS AWAY!!
NO GUNS, NO SAFETY!!!!
WE'LL BE KILLED FOR SURE!!
HE'S NOT OUR PRESIDENT!!
And so on and so forth.
as a part of therapy
for your post-aneurysm brain
TWO
In a movie called SEMI-TOUGH,
a minor character had this line of dialogue:
INTELLECTUALS ARE THE JOCKS OF THE MIND.
I can remember hearing about those acclaimed muscleminds
who kicked sand in the faces of puny poets:
YOU'RE NOT NEARLY GOOD ENOUGH FOR A FEATURE!
Some of them quietly bandaged their wounded egos
and later became the literary equivalents of
Charles Atlas and Cory Everson.
Others gave up
and just came down to the water's edge
to stare at the day's latest
sandkicking spectacle.
THREE
I was at a coffeehouse
run by a saber-toothed tiger
when I saw this:
a poetry host
(who just wanted so so much to belong)
Suffice to say
FOUR
We posed with plastic penguins.
We read from the stages of punk/rockabilly clubs.
We looked for positive writeups about ourselves
in OC WEEKLY.
We even wore bathing suits
to find readings
every night of the week.
It was also possible
to make acquaintances
and real friends.
In those days,
people weren't always worried
about being Published.
You could go to Kinkos
and print your own DIY chapbook--
There will be
no HOT SHOTS THREE.
Just more hookers, anger and psychic pains.
If he feels the need to stretch his talent,
he'll make another ad for Hanes.