a gangly man
wearing thick rimmed glasses
that made his eyes seem
like those of a fish
wearily looking out
upon a world he cannot understand
read from crumpled piece of paper
the name of the next
person that had signed up
to take the stage
“Mr…
Youling?
is there,
a Mr.
Youling,
in the house?”
nobody answered
heads turned
looking to see if they could find him
but nobody knew who he was
and everybody knew he wasn’t
going
“ummm…
ok.”
the gangly man
said
“next up we have
David Proctor.
Please,
welcome him.”
David Proctor
got up
within moments
guitar in hand,
lyrics in head,
he played for us
some song about a girl
or his father or
something like
that
but in the second song
a man walked through the door
looking no different,
acting no different,
than any other
but he moved upon the stage
swift,
calm,
controlled
David Proctor
didn’t know what to do
the man
who had just waltzed in
went up to the microphone
and said
“ladies,
gentlemen,
how’re you
tonight?”
“My name is John,
what’s yours?
or are you afraid
of old Mr. Youling?
even if that’s not
my
name.”
“I said
good evening
ladies and
gentlemen!
good evening
and hello
to
you!”
“My name is John!
My name is John!
My name is John!
when are you going
to tell me
YOUR
name?”
I rose then
I don’t know why
I don’t how
but I did
my name is Caleb
I said
“Good good,
Caleb,
way to
be
bold!
Way to stand
up
in more ways
then
one!”
but I sat down then
remembering what I was
doing,
what was
happening.
John just stood there
“So tonight,
I’m going
to
read a
poem!
A poem,
people,
a poem!
Get excited!
Be amazed!
Don’t be so
pissy!”
“and the name of the poem
is
this”
“hello
hello
hello
the noise
of my voice
goes out
but not in!
hello
you people
old,
new,
and
forgetful
people
I say hello to you
but you never
say hello
back!
this
world is coming
to a stand-
still
because of
people
like
YOU
YOU
people
too afraid to appreciate,
to acknowledge,
to love,
to fear,
to say hello,
to say goodbye
to say that you’ve failed
to say that I’ve failed
failed to entertain
to amuse
to make you laugh
to make you think
but here’s the thing
YOU
I know I haven’t done
any
of
THAT
there YOU
are
sitting silently
glaring at me from behind
your
drinks
but
even as you hate me
you love me
for saying the things
you don’t even realize
you want to scream to the
hills
hello
hello
hello
people
YOU
people
who sit
there thinking about me
even as you try not
to
goodnight
goodnight
goodnight
YOU
I’ll see you
again
forever.”
but as he left
he stuck his head back in
and said,
like a punctuation mark,
“enjoy Mr. Proctor.”
and then I knew
he was gone
gone like an exhaled breath
and from that moment on
we could never breath quite
as easy
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
a gangly man
wearing thick rimmed glasses
that made his eyes seem
like those of a fish
wearily looking out
upon a world he cannot understand
read from crumpled piece of paper
the name of the next
person that had signed up
to take the stage
“Mr…
Youling?
is there,
a Mr.
Youling,
in the house?”
nobody answered
heads turned
looking to see if they could find him
but nobody knew who he was
and everybody knew he wasn’t
going
“ummm…
ok.”
the gangly man
said
“next up we have
David Proctor.
Please,
welcome him.”
David Proctor
got up
within moments
guitar in hand,
lyrics in head,
he played for us
some song about a girl
or his father or
something like
that
but in the second song
a man walked through the door
looking no different,
acting no different,
than any other
but he moved upon the stage
swift,
calm,
controlled
David Proctor
didn’t know what to do
the man
who had just waltzed in
went up to the microphone
and said
“ladies,
gentlemen,
how’re you
tonight?”
“My name is John,
what’s yours?
or are you afraid
of old Mr. Youling?
even if that’s not
my
name.”
“I said
good evening
ladies and
gentlemen!
good evening
and hello
to
you!”
“My name is John!
My name is John!
My name is John!
when are you going
to tell me
YOUR
name?”
I rose then
I don’t know why
I don’t how
but I did
my name is Caleb
I said
“Good good,
Caleb,
way to
be
bold!
Way to stand
up
in more ways
then
one!”
but I sat down then
remembering what I was
doing,
what was
happening.
John just stood there
“So tonight,
I’m going
to
read a
poem!
A poem,
people,
a poem!
Get excited!
Be amazed!
Don’t be so
pissy!”
“and the name of the poem
is
this”
“hello
hello
hello
the noise
of my voice
goes out
but not in!
hello
you people
old,
new,
and
forgetful
people
I say hello to you
but you never
say hello
back!
this
world is coming
to a stand-
still
because of
people
like
YOU
YOU
people
too afraid to appreciate,
to acknowledge,
to love,
to fear,
to say hello,
to say goodbye
to say that you’ve failed
to say that I’ve failed
failed to entertain
to amuse
to make you laugh
to make you think
but here’s the thing
YOU
I know I haven’t done
any
of
THAT
there YOU
are
sitting silently
glaring at me from behind
your
drinks
but
even as you hate me
you love me
for saying the things
you don’t even realize
you want to scream to the
hills
hello
hello
hello
people
YOU
people
who sit
there thinking about me
even as you try not
to
goodnight
goodnight
goodnight
YOU
I’ll see you
again
forever.”
but as he left
he stuck his head back in
and said,
like a punctuation mark,
“enjoy Mr. Proctor.”
and then I knew
he was gone
gone like an exhaled breath
and from that moment on
we could never breath quite
as easy
this is the longest piece I have ever written and is the only long piece I have ever been satisfied with.
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