Camouflage

Would anyone care to join me

in flicking a few pebbles in the direction

of teachers who are fond of asking the question:

“What is the poet trying to say?”

-Billy Colins, from his poem The Effort

 

I walked down Mont-Royal after looking

twenty minutes for parking. Just another

walk in the mountains on a Sunday afternoon.

Just another coffee afterwards to Vito

who makes the best goddamn coffee in Montreal.

Fuck Olympus cafe,

Vito

is the main deal.

And my friend Peter wanted to open a cafe

with him.

I chopped my head off to be in a photo

behind some row housing with blue hues,

cool doors that I stare at

like designer shoes.

 

I camouflage my eyes

with dark makeup,

but for two days

I did not wear any.

 

I do not think you know

the power of the words

you never say. I do not

think you know the power

of your hands that never

touch me.

 

I am looking for a vintage typewriter

with a heavy history. Sending emails

to strangers about the condition

of the keys, the way the typewriter

breathes as if it could reach through

the screen and tell me

 

I will save you.

 

 

When are your poems going to be about me?

he asks.

 

I am holding on tight to Billy Collins’

poetry book.

Decided to read that instead of Instagram poets,

decided to read poetry

instead of quotes,

decided to never save myself

from drowning

in my own words.

 

Say what you want about me,

you can never know how

poetry

loves

all

of

me

more than humans

can ever.

(or you).

 

Raymond Carver said that he writes poems

because he has no time

for writing books.

 

I feel the same way.

 

Camouflage my life with

a never ending poem

about all the words

locked up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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12 thoughts on “Camouflage

      1. I discovered Billy Collins a few years ago on a poetry forum that I frequent. He is very down to earth and so amusing at times. A fantastic writer and poet.

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  1. I’ll help to flick a few pebbles even though I was once such a teacher. I meant well but now i know better. I enjoyed and am enjoying the images and rhythm of your poem. I sometimes feel that I am a vintage typewriter…

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    1. sounds like a plan! why not, it’s a beautiful place to visit, every time I drive by the mountain, i am still in awe of its magnificence and can’t wait till the spring and warm weather to walk the path and go to the lookout. thank you for reading.

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