They call me.
The Book Propper taking a standing-up nap break with his son.
prologue : if I’m going to make our children write poetry and rhymes, figured I’d best fast-draw my G2 and slam ink to paper too. here goes.
They Call Me
They call me The Book Propper,
the Scrap Writer,
The Night Rider and Rule-Abider.
A Prophet of Peace, I alight, awakened
in the night to change a diaper, or fight with words for what’s right,
a Piece-Minder who fragments the holy and holes to uncover the wholes of our souls
deconstructing the balance of sole with the soul
feet with the mind that align not confine.
They call me the Soul-Feeler, the Heart Healer,
Father Potato the Peeler,
with my mind and feet and hands supreme, I try to
arouse and arise those all around to the skies in a collective effort to ascend and pretend,
on the tidal waves of imagination that we can swirl reality into a watercolored mix of facted-fiction to communicate with clear-voiced confident articulated diction.
that we aspire to inspire and lead with our legs, nimble and fleetful intact, in fact,
so they call me The Rhymer-Man Fellow,
the Philosopher-King
quaky jellow mellow,
that fellow they say about me, he’s a, a…
‘a jiggly-joggly massy messed thoughts bizarre and ideas afar, so far-a-far of left field so far, so far,
They call me the Bar Setter-er, the Prince-Maker, the Make-People-Betterer,
they say I’m the Book Propper, though, back to the basics, the Book Propper, Scrap Writer, because…
…that’s what I do, really, honestly:
I leave a trail of propped-up books in my wake,
a trail of written-on notecards to absorb and uptake.
I’m surrounded by writings of others and writings of mine,
perhaps someday in my wake, my long sleep, for my sake, post-permanent wake,
there’ll be, next to me, some books,
some books I love that others have written so well, and perhaps some of mine too, on that thought I’ll dwell,
and maybe someday I’ll have not two nicknames but a combined one, you see, progressed from
Scrap Writing Book Propper to
Prop Scrapping Book Writer.
Maybe that’s what they’ll call me.
You never know.
