word wednesday | poetry poem writing | todd regoulinsky

I’ll freely admit that this poem is a bit on the underside of cooked.

It started out of an afternoon of staring at the walls and wondering what to do with myself. Then, I asked myself the title as a question, and things started to go from there. At first, I thought this one might be done, but I feel like it’s probably going to warrant an addition of some kind.

At any rate, here’s a poem in progress.

what do i want?
a typewriter full of fine machinery & words,
mechanically precise & lyrically ambiguous -
satisfying staccato click
& bourbon ink;
to remember my dreams past waking,
a notebook breathing memories,
robust midnight calling cards
& mysterious half-remembered names;
a chair that will show me all the world,
perched among clouds & clear sky -
although i fear heights,
think of the view!