by Max Bouillet
At the time my hair thinned,
my waist line thickened,
and my wet dreams consisted
of Mazdas and Mustangs...
I decided to become
I grew my goatee and
indebted myself to a convertible.
I smoked my cigarettes,
pack after pack
and drank Dewar's on the rocks,
and wrote poor Poetry,
stack after stack.
But, it's hard to smoke
in a convertible.
My beard burst into flame.
I wrecked my debt
and was cited for drunk driving.
Oh, how one must suffer
for his Art.
Posted on 08/15/2003
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/16/03 at 01:35 AM|
Couldn't have said it better. As Robert Priest (a semi famous Canadian poet) once said, "a safe poet is a dead poet." Thanks for the reminder!
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 08/16/03 at 04:02 AM|
i like the self-mocking beatnik tone of this. the last line is funny!
|Posted by Graeme Fielden on 08/16/03 at 12:54 PM|
very amusing Max...I absoltely love this one :)
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/16/03 at 06:07 PM|
LOL!!! Ahhh I recall middleageica! One lives through it! Looks back and thinks not too unkindly about it. I too quite taken with the line about wrecking the debt (very clever). Humorous reminiscing (I truly hope figuratively!).
|Posted by Mara Meade on 08/18/03 at 10:04 PM|
Heh eh heh eh heh! This is great - what a picture, Max... and I love the droll delivery...
|Posted by Vimal Rony on 08/20/03 at 06:29 PM|
hehe.No doubt, very wonderfully written as usual.
|Posted by Don Coffman on 08/24/03 at 07:44 AM|
Haha! Really good one!
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 08/24/03 at 08:49 AM|
how true, how true!... you have captured this moment both humourously and whimsically... blessings on another brilliant write...
|Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/26/03 at 06:57 PM|
my dear, you made me laugh...well done...
|Posted by Beth K Hannah on 08/27/03 at 02:39 AM|
poor corvette...i heart corvettes! good read.
|Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 08/27/03 at 08:14 AM|
What a humorous, well crafted view of middle age and poetry! Max, this is a gem.
|Posted by JD Clay on 08/28/03 at 09:00 PM|
Oh, the trial abd tribulations we artistes put ourselves through. Your words ring with the truth, loud and clear. Been there, done that and got the scars to prove it. Good stuff, Max.