Two Poems By Ken Gosse

Senryu Interuptus

Nearing completion,
Bartleby hesitated.
He preferred not to.
I wonder,
if you would read gibberish all day,
do you think it would help understand what I say?
Or maybe this question will scare you away
so your mind and your wits won’t be led far astray.
Could it be
that perhaps I don’t write the right way,
once it’s filtered and jiltered by matter so gray
that it leaks through the pores on the top of my knot
(you can see where it left, ’cause it leaves a gray spot),
then proceeds from my pen to the page in a jot?
This pen,
with the mind of a wild Hottentot,
is like Bartleby’s quill (which he used quite a lot),
which told him to tell them that he’d “Rather not,”
for you see,
it was never his choice after all,
but befell from an inkwell that had a bad squall
and wasn’t quite ready to feed the quill’s call
so the quill,
rather dry and not feeling so spry,
had decided the next task he’d have to pass by,
but Bart took the brunt of his terse oratory
and now he’s well known, though for dubious glory.
It’s clear,
as you see, I’ve lost track of my story
and wandered off course, like Mark Twain’s repertory—
“Old grandfather’s ram” once met Omar Khayyam …
But yes,
now I jest, so I won’t write the rest
for I’m welcomed here at the behest of my guest
which is you—and it’s true, you’ve far better to do.
But perhaps
you have found that it’s best to stop reading—
advice heard before when your mind began pleading
to cease and desist and to shun all this bleating:
“Avert both your eyes. Put this nonsense away!
Continue at risk of a mind gang agley.”
But it seems
you’ve avoided your still, inner voice
as your mischievous muses cry out, “There’s no choice!”
for the power of rhyme which oft’ comes into play
has beguiled you to read all this gibberish today.

Ken Gosse generally writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humor in traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, Sparks of Calliope and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.

One comment

  1. I found you through your reply to a FB post by Rusty Barnes, (my relative by marriage). I followed several links to your poems, and with the few I have read, I really like them. I enjoy your traditional style of poetry. I really like this one, “Gibbertalky”, in particular, for its humorous rambling verses. I will search out more of your writings, and look forward to reading them.


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