Poetry pays

I’ve decided to pay for everything with poetry and prose. And why not?

So on my way to the pool this morning, I will stop to get gas and after
filling the car up with regular unleaded, I will give the guy at the
register a poem about being in the woods at dawn called, “Being in the
woods at Dawn”.

Later, with my shopping cart full, at Hannaford’s the grocery store, in
the number three 3 check out aisle, I will hand “Flo”, the smiling
little old gray haired check out lady a nice poem about having some of
those light bulb/epiphany moments. You know, the kind that you get
sometimes when you’re driving for hours on the highway, but then you
forget them because you don’t have anything to write them down on? Yup,
those kinds…

Once I get home, I will mail in my mortgage payment. I will write a poem
about traumatic childhood memories long forgotten until something or
someone jogs them, and they suddenly start getting remembered. It will
be called “I’m five and lost in a Woolworths department store”. I will
fold it ever so carefully, like a letter and put it into the payment
envelope and then walk down to the mailbox and after placing it in, will
put the little red flag up.

Tonight at dinner, in that fancy Mediterranean restaurant called “Oasis”
where I like to sometimes go, I will bring a really juicy erotic poem
with me. It will be about… Well you can just imagine what it will be
about… After the fantastic meal is over, I will produced the poem and
say smugly, “Keep the change, honey”. I will even add another piece
which I will write out on the napkin, which will be the complete
explanation of all the hidden meanings in the poem, sort of like a
writer’s commentary, as an additional tip…

Now I can finally go on that vacation! I am going to buy one of those
package deals which will included the air fares and accommodations plus
all meals for two, at one of those swanky resorts in Acapulco, Mexico.
They are going to get a poem about how pets and their owners sometimes
share looks and personality traits. As a matter of fact, apparently
that’s the case with me… People who know me often claim that kia, my dog
and I look alike. She is very sweet and cute, so I always take that as
a compliment.

So now I will have it made! My Poetry will pay for everything! Finally I
can start living it up! All this time of sitting here each early morning
and writing are finally going to start paying off…

© Curtis Gould