"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Monday, September 26, 2011

A Later Draft


Every crumpled page says the same thing;

Once there was a man who needed nothing.

so let me start again.

having broken my bones against the wall,

which was again unmoved; having pulled

a thousand mornings in through a cigarette

I concede, to the blank page in a still typewriter.

that I must abandon revision, for a new draft,

to find the words which I’ve worked to polish dead.

Tell the real beginning now or the false one forever.

Tell what you’ve hidden, what your shadow says;

Once there was a boy who needed one thing.

                                   -Brent Allard


  1. I absolutely love the line on the 'thousand mornings through a cigarette'.

  2. Love it Brent,Tell the real beginning now, or the false one forever, How perfect.

  3. Like breathing finally. Nice. (And thanks to Yvonne de la Vega for disovering this "for me".)