My Smith Corona Sterling |
As far as writing a poem on a typewriter, I don't think I'd ever be able to do that because it runs counter to my natural process. When I get an idea for a poem I try to write out as much as I can with pen and paper, then do two or three edits immediately. Then I usually let it sit for a while and try to do a final edit. I'll also usually make a few minor changes when I transfer it to a word processor program.
I am really looking forward to writing on this typewriter. Even if I'm not sure what I will write. I feel like just writing letters to people. Anyway, here's a poem I did NOT write on the Smith Corona Sterling.
Pockets
I am facing the growing possibility
That I will never own a suit
In this lifetime,
That if I do it will be
Purchased at Salvation Army
And made to fit another man,
Long gone,
The scent of his cologne
Haunting my den as I hammer out
Poems about the straight and narrow line
On the crooked keys of my
Smith Corona Sterling.
This seems fitting.
I will wear your suit proudly,
And promise to never have it altered;
Instead to grow into it like
The sixth of seven sons.
I will look in the pockets
from time to time to see
If you have left me any instructions. Pin It
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