Old Poetry XXII – Equidistance Of You

Published January 10, 2022
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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.

Equidistance Of You

We live on two levels
The measure of me
The equidistance of you

Someone once said
Anyone can handle an emergency
It's the day to day that kills

Do locomotives train?
Go draw a blank.

We shackle ourselves in
Illusions of language
Why is something supposed
More meaningful when one
Can't define it, can't know it
Counter-intuitive and wrong
Tricks laid like bricks to darken

I call every day to beckon you out
Phone bill getting so high
Your spirit getting so low
We live on two levels

The measure of me
The equidistance of you

This poem quotes a friend I used to have. She used to go on about how the day-to-day kills us, but we can all pretty much handle an emergency. Some people don’t understand this saying, and I think that’s a blessing for them.

Stay tuned for Old Poetry XXIII

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