Old Poetry XV – Coffee Cup
Back in the day, when I was about twenty-two and a bit later, ’til about twenty-six, I wrote poetry. I haven’t written a real poem in a very long time. I used to be so into poem writing that I would go to “open-mics” and read my poems with my friend and brief-boyfriend Calvin. Calvin was significantly older than me, and unfortunately, the relationship didn’t quite work out on my end.
Calvin and I would go to the Mercury Café in Denver and read poetry, and we’d also go to a place called the Kasbah. What’s interesting about that is that Calvin and I were two white gay guys, and the Kasbah (or Casbah) was a mainly African-American lounge that had a poetry night. So we’d show up and we’d be the only two gay white guys amidst a see of strong black poets. It was a little bit daunting.
Of course, I decided to try my hand at being a “spoken word” artist and composed a SUPER long poem. I tried to pull it off and I was clapped offstage (or played offstage) at both the Mercury and the Kasbah… very embarrassing. After that, and the fact there was a shooting at the Kasbah one night I didn’t go, and my interest in open-mic’ing kinda died out.
I used to host all my poetry, both good and bad, on my website, but it’s been a long time since I’ve done that. I’ve decided to, after approximately fourteen years, reshare the poetry that I wrote as a teenager and young adult.
Some of it is cringe, and some of it’s not quite so bad. You be the judge.
If only we could play big people, The game I finally had to let go, Oh so much I wish to play again, We could both be supervillains, Bent on reshaping the world, In our own perfect visions, We could clash like the titans, I could be Hades and you could be Orpheus, Perhaps we could pretend to love each other, If only for an episode on Comedy central, It could be like the odd couple, And I would be happy, even if you didn't care, I'd know that at least something was possible, In this make-believe world, In the end no one really understands, You like your women, I like my men, Let's be together like Friends, If only we could play pretend.
This also borders on cringe. This poem is one of many that encapsulate the heartbreak and pain young gay men have to go through when there’s nobody else like them around: unrequited love. It’s the worst, and unfortunately as common as a coffee cup.
Stay tuned for Old Poetry XVI