Be My Guest / Spreading The Love / Week 9 / Day 5
Sounds shared by Sarah McKemie [ Look Here ]
Jean-Yves Thibaudet - Jeux d’eau
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Original words by Heather M. Braatz [ tumblr ]
A Prayer for Joe Weil
Joe Weil, while you were sitting
thinking dirty thoughts about your waitress
as you stare at her ass, reflected
in the dirty window of the diner,
I wrote about you.
That’s why your ears were ringing.
Not because she was whispering something
about you to the cook, no.
She was remarking about the cruddiness of coffee,
the resolute nature of roaches.
It was I, Joe Weil!
Sole sojourner of your history
in the Midwest and West Coast, at least.
Singing your praises, sending out
bootlegged coppies of your words
lent permissions from your old roommate.
It was I, flaunting your skinny book
in metropolis coffeeshops
where the coffee is not crummy,
but the view of the barista’s ass in the window…
Too bad for you, I have to whisper
to the roaches,
while I write your name,
while you walk down tired streets.
The memories of America, all its hopes
They haunt you.
Like the poems of all the people
dead, but never gone.
Joe Weil, while you were sleeping
I spread your name like a nasty rumor
like a strong perfume,
like a cliched simile that I can’t remember here.
I told people to read you,
even if they abstain from books
and abhor poetry out of long-held stubborn spite.
Because the last thing I want
is for anyone to forget that