Random Google Search - Guest Poetry by Maxine Clarke (explicit language) [04.08.2010]
writer’s block
nobody ever asked me
what if the words don’t come
said but if there’s only silence
what then
& even if they had
i wz young
& in love
& poetry
& i
we were gonna last
forever
random google search
a poem for the anniversary of a blog
probably you got here by accident
random google searches pull you to places like this
you were thinking of tennis when you entered ‘slam’
or accidentally clicked over some link
& are too embarrassed to admit it
i wd never know
you cd stumble outta here
faster than you came in
maybe you are even thinking
man / this blog is shit
& anyway / what the fuck is up
with this so-called poet
that she is so damn volatile
all the time / i mean
seriously sister / calm down
you might never come back
or were looking to be outraged
when you word searched unaustralian
are you my mother / cringing at my language again
a reader waiting for another poem
& sick as hell
of me talking about myself
where are the poems
i come here for the poems
jesus / wd you just stop all of this crapping on
& by the way
what is with these abbreviations
learn to goddamn spell
you cd be that publisher i am
talking to / or god forbid
that odd looking woman in the back row
of my last three gigs
eager faced & unpredictable
maybe you know me / or wish you did
or think you do / or thank fuck
or who or whatever you might pray to
that you don’t
it is two in the morning where you are
watching my origami unfold
you are a reader
or a writer
dutch scottish
or cambodian
did you get / what
you came here to find
tell me you left with something
blinking underscore
blinking underscore
are you still online
probably you got here by accident
random google searches pull you to places like this
you were thinking of tennis when you entered slam
or accidentally clicked over some link
bt in any case
here we both are
the cyberspace between us
unquenchable
exile
for the speechless / the silent
the tongue-cut / the breathless / for
the voiceless / the mute
the dumbstruck & ignored
from the messengers
the griots / the preachers / the toasters
the MCs / the hip-hoppers
the beat-boxers / & the bards
in the margins / on the fringes
the space between the lines
from the edges / on the outskirts
mother tongue
exile
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Mark William Jackson — 05 August at 08:18AM
Three of the best from one of the best. If I came from a different background and was of a different gender and had a chance of being “cool” I would want to be Maxine Beneba Clarke. In a thousand years she will be a deity.