the following is not a poem

(it only looks like one because i composed it
on note pad and if you dont put breaks in it
it goes on forever in one long line of type,
and as i write a lot of poetry,
if i have to stop and break up a line,
i like to do it so it breaks into little short bites)

Yesterday, my son asked for toast,
so i started singing about buttered toast,
and he said my song annoyed him,
but he loves the ocean,
so i ‘fixed’ the song,
but he didnt really seem to think it helped.

so when his mother got up,
i sang it to her, all improved and whatnot,
but she declared me too silly for words.

which inspired yesterday’s poem.
after reading my great work of art
that was inspired by my song,
which itself was inspired by a matched set
of bread slices browned to perfection,
covered with just the right amount of butter,
sliced diagonally and served on a plate
with a glass of apple juice for my youngest son,
she said, (which she will probalby say again in a few hours
when she wakes and reads this),
‘now that is just weird’
only she will capitalize and punctuate and so on
in her mouth in a way my fingers can never do on paper.

here is the ‘fixed up’ song:

There is a piece of toast at the bottom of the sea,
There is a piece of toast at the bottom of the sea
And on that toast there is a bit of butter
Clinging tenuously
For the bread is soggy
Because in case you havent guessed yet
The bottom of the ocean
Is a little wet

now, if you will excuse me, its almost daylight, and i have to let the dog out, make some truly delicious french roast 8 oclock coffee and have a slice of flax seed bread as a snack before making my hot curried eggs and probably soon enough making that boy a short stack of toast, unless it being sunday, he wants pancakes and then we are off to macarthur state park! yall have a good one, whatever you are doing and wherever and whoever you are doing it with (ha, ended on a preposition!)

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About anthonyuplandpoetwatkins

https://www.goodreads.com/AnthonyUplandpoetWatkins born in Jackson, The United States August 04, 1959 gender male website http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?contributorI... genre Poetry, Historical Fiction influences James M. Lancaster, Brenda Black White, Gertrude Stein, William Carlos Williams, and Al Filreis member since March 2011 About this author edit data As one of the most public lives ever lived by a private citizen, there is little about me that isn't already available at Facebook or Shelfari and countless other places. Poet, writer, construction worker, salesman, truck driver, climber into the attics of total strangers, father and husband, and all around one of the luckiest men on the planet. My luck continued with a win in the June Goodreads Newsletter Contest! What an honor! http://anthonyuplandpoetwatkins.wordp... Additional Influences: Bob Dylan, William Faulkner, Barbara Kingsolver, Gloria Naylor, Eudora Welty
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5 Responses to the following is not a poem

  1. yigru-zeltil says:

    I think it can be considered a poem – and not a bad one in particular, I mean, I know minimalist poets who sometimes try to stay away as much as possible from anything that could be considered poetic (but they fail with great effects at times). Then again, there are strands of experimental poetry that question the very principles of literature or discourse in general – I am talking about the L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poets and the latest wave of “conceptual writing” (but I think you’ve already heard of Kenneth Goldsmith – don’t particularly admire him, but some of this conceptualism is fascinating to me).

  2. You know, the funny thing is, I never meant for any of it to be poetry, but a discussion of this post on goodreads got pretty active

  3. Stephen Parr says:

    A poem is whatever contains that indefinable mysterious and ineffable something that makes it into a poem. The form is entirely irrelevant.

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