WANDERING BOSTON

Bates Hall at the Boston Public Library.

WANDERING BOSTON

by matt burns

I walk the streets

I take the subway

I go to the public library

I roam Boylston

Newbury Street

Searching for that great poem to manifest itself

On the Green Line

I notice everybody’s buried into their smartphones

There’s got to be a poem there

But I got nothing new that hasn’t been said before

In the library

The bathroom is straight out of a horror movie

Shit, piss, blood, all over the urinals

There must be a poem there

But I don’t have anything except what I just said

I sit in the middle of Bates Hall

There are long

Wooden

Rectangular

Tables

With muted green lamps

Bookshelves line the walls

Domed ceilings

Murals

Beautiful architecture from many years ago

I thought this room would give birth to inspiration

It’s got that look to it

Like an early twentieth century writer wrote a novel in here

But all it’s given me is an erection

Because there are tons of beautiful girls in this room

I can’t even concentrate on poetry in here

I guess this is a poem

About a desperate search for a new poem

I thought with all the stuff going on in the city

I’d come up with multiple poems

But no dice

Maybe I should have just stayed at home

Because now I have to pee

And the closest bathroom is the horror show down the stairs

Also, I think my car’s getting ticketed as I speak

Staying at home

And writing about staring at my bedroom wall

Analyzing the squashed mosquito and its guts

Probably would have yielded a better poem

Than what I’m coming up with right now

Traveling

Urban activity

Tons of different people

Diversity

Culture

It doesn’t necessarily give birth

To much inspiration

The traveling poet roaming around an exciting place

It’s a Romantic concept

But the reality is that

It gives birth to bullshit

Stay at home

Stare at the wall

Analyze the bug juice

You don’t have to be worldly

To come up with good poems

Come to think of it

I think I’ve already written a poem

With this exact theme

Thus nothing new has even been written

Case in point

I should have stayed at home