a poem by Mike Meraz (2 of 3)

Art And Artist

I've had three girlfriends
who have met me purely
through my poetry.

it usually starts out the same:
enamored.

then it usually flickers off:
accustomed.

then it turns to hurt and tears:

"Lindsey, why won't you come down?"

"uh, wait, hold on,
my friend is here,
come back
in a few hours."

there is something about a woman
that makes her want to put
art and artist together.

anybody knows
this is not true.

art and artist are
separate.

I am not a poem.
I am a man.

just like your
garbage man

or that pile of shit
you married
15 years ago.

© by Mike Meraz
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #5 ~ September 2009    previous poem     next poem