FRIENDS,
In the Spring of 2020 I decided to write a series of Praise Poems that might possibly grow into a chapbook. It’s not the most original idea, but I wanted to celebrate small conquests in a quarantined existence. The original goal was to write one a day, but I fell quite short of that. That’s okay, because I still wrote way more than any chapbook could contain. I’m in the process of sorting the good from the bad, and as I do, I’ve found a few that are not quite publishable, but which I don’t mind sharing here in the Octo Diary. I welcome any commentary or critique anyone wants to offer.
This first one is about everyone’s favorite barstool poet, Rupi Kaur….
PRAISE Rupi
Perched on the lip of her barstool
Like a vulture upon a gargoyle
Atop the tallest bank-owned tower
In Edgeville
She perches defiantly, serenely,
Then does a little swivel, twisting the
Barstool’s head toward the clouds &
Off she flies,
Or raptures, making the slightest sound,
A tap gurgling its last breath of ale
Few can even detect it
Let alone cum from its rarefied
Hush
She opens her folded hand to blow
A kiss & shows a tiny word
Written in bold 50 pt type —
‘SO’
She swandives from the edge
Of the sky & into the depths
Of herself
6-1-20
