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Overnight Sensation
One eye at a time I blink the world open
stretching out a finger
to power up the second-hand laptop
I find all my work has been clicked on
by thousands of appreciative readers.
At first, I'm suspicious
but no,
even my poems depicting sexual behavior
which I considered only mildly entertaining
and in truth somewhat self indulgent
have attracted insightful and flattering reviews
by droves of learned connoisseurs
from all corners of the planet.
My in-box is full,
not with spam,
but genuine requests to write...
as much as I want
almost anything I feel like
and all offering payment
in advance.
An eminent college professor is inviting me
to host discussion on contemporary poetry
over dinner in a hallowed hall.
Some big shot film director
implores me to work as a consultant
on his newest, most vibrant project.
Various name bands are queuing up
to collaborate on lyrics for their latest albums
and of course,
there are the television appearances.
The extremely sensual girl
sending greetings from California
(full length photo supplied)
would consider it an honor
to set up and run a fan club for me.
She is smiling on the beach
her long dark hair stretches almost to her waist
slender limbs beckon
and she lets slip
she has no ties...
Somewhat rudely
with a new found impertinence
given the momentous events of this day
the cell begins its bleat
whining insistently
a toothache stricken rhino
rampaging through plastic hide...
It's my landlady
bitching about rent...
Seconds later
the entire congregation of a dysfunctional neighborhood
enjoying what must be a permanent school vacation
begin brawling and bawling in the yard
just as a gang of workmen operating heavy machinery
designed specifically to create hell for a writer
sweating blood or worse over his next line
begin gleefully murdering the sidewalk outside.
Reality is now firmly in place
and cowardly dreamer that I am
I head straight back into bed
plug my ears with wax
then pull the covers up tightly over my face...
Hallelujah!
...eleven minutes past nine.
stretching out a finger
to power up the second-hand laptop
I find all my work has been clicked on
by thousands of appreciative readers.
At first, I'm suspicious
but no,
even my poems depicting sexual behavior
which I considered only mildly entertaining
and in truth somewhat self indulgent
have attracted insightful and flattering reviews
by droves of learned connoisseurs
from all corners of the planet.
My in-box is full,
not with spam,
but genuine requests to write...
as much as I want
almost anything I feel like
and all offering payment
in advance.
An eminent college professor is inviting me
to host discussion on contemporary poetry
over dinner in a hallowed hall.
Some big shot film director
implores me to work as a consultant
on his newest, most vibrant project.
Various name bands are queuing up
to collaborate on lyrics for their latest albums
and of course,
there are the television appearances.
The extremely sensual girl
sending greetings from California
(full length photo supplied)
would consider it an honor
to set up and run a fan club for me.
She is smiling on the beach
her long dark hair stretches almost to her waist
slender limbs beckon
and she lets slip
she has no ties...
Somewhat rudely
with a new found impertinence
given the momentous events of this day
the cell begins its bleat
whining insistently
a toothache stricken rhino
rampaging through plastic hide...
It's my landlady
bitching about rent...
Seconds later
the entire congregation of a dysfunctional neighborhood
enjoying what must be a permanent school vacation
begin brawling and bawling in the yard
just as a gang of workmen operating heavy machinery
designed specifically to create hell for a writer
sweating blood or worse over his next line
begin gleefully murdering the sidewalk outside.
Reality is now firmly in place
and cowardly dreamer that I am
I head straight back into bed
plug my ears with wax
then pull the covers up tightly over my face...
Hallelujah!
...eleven minutes past nine.
Published 2nd Aug 2011
| Edited 31st Oct 2012
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2nd Aug 2011 9:53am
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2nd Aug 2011 10:18am
Your totally right, in our culture death brings success.
Couldn't decide which was the better title - the current one or 'Planet Abra & Beyond' - I don't suppose it matters (while I'm alive)
Appreciate your feedback ~
Abra (Suspended Animation) Cadabra
Couldn't decide which was the better title - the current one or 'Planet Abra & Beyond' - I don't suppose it matters (while I'm alive)
Appreciate your feedback ~
Abra (Suspended Animation) Cadabra
2nd Aug 2011 11:43am
knew it. Let it never be said that I cannot spot a good'un. Very funny. The feeling of imposition from these clamouring admirers is excellent. Good show. :)
2nd Aug 2011 2:20pm
Afraid reality probably counts my writing's admirers on one hand - but sincere thanks for being one of them Jolais - and for taking the time to leave feedback.
Best ~ Abra
Best ~ Abra
