Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A Potent Brew: Inspired by Jack Kerouac

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Turn over the waste basket of any fierce, struggling writer
whose haggard flesh hangs loosely from knotted bones,
one who moons at waning night with frustrated eyes,
dig deep into curled and fisted papers lying there, forlorn
beneath discarded, burnished apple cores
and cigarette butts - there, you shall find poetry simmering
its many-hued fragrances, a potent brew of rejections, 
inspirations torridly attended, then tossed as unworthy,

conjectures of disarrayed mathematics gone astray 
among sullen smears of ink. You will not find it 
in organized classrooms, sworn and shouted 
from pompous pulpits of lecture halls, 
or even in a small, dusty library 
whose shelves have retained the ghosts 
of more musty tomes lost, rather than saved, for posterity's sake, 
being limited by inadequate budgets and cautioned purchases 
barely approved by a status quo board -

you will find poetry waiting patiently, trying to hitch a ride 
from non-existent cars along a cracked, unused road 
where once travelers swept by, on their way 
to something better, something brighter, something bolder
than they ever saw before or could possibly imagine - 

snared inside their pallid existences,
unable to mutter or moan, or even beat their breasts, howling.