To the Poet Matthew Dickman
When you mentioned a crow
I thought of Allan Poe
Yet your words wielded
Allan Ginsberg’s queerness
Your awesome Americanness
Shuffled Allan’s wit
With your heart and gut.
You gave us a performance
But none of that heart and flowers
Romance
You were real and raw
On paper, in person
Personifying
Writing about it all.
Out of your world came out
The ardent desire to feed the pyre
Of ravenous demanding poetry
With no rhymes but sentences
A sentence which sent on death row
The rest of the worlds I heard today.
Words are wasted but yours resembled
A cherry-shed coke’s can, vintage 1975.
Lyon, November 6, 2016
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
To the Poet Matthew Dickman
When you mentioned a crow
I thought of Allan Poe
Yet your words wielded
Allan Ginsberg’s queerness
Your awesome Americanness
Shuffled Allan’s wit
With your heart and gut.
You gave us a performance
But none of that heart and flowers
Romance
You were real and raw
On paper, in person
Personifying
Writing about it all.
Out of your world came out
The ardent desire to feed the pyre
Of ravenous demanding poetry
With no rhymes but sentences
A sentence which sent on death row
The rest of the worlds I heard today.
Words are wasted but yours resembled
A cherry-shed coke’s can, vintage 1975.
Lyon, November 6, 2016
Had the chance to meet Dickman in person and have him sign one of his poetry books for me
