Fuel Cafe, August 21st, 2015
Logan is a summer barista and college student in the midst of applying to transfer. He is bright-eyed and good-natured and I sensed a poem in him. His first poem left it all vague. I decided to push him a little, to see if he could dig deeper. I had in mind his upcoming application. I had in mind my own poetry too. I suggested he jot down lines as he worked, and I would do the same. We both wrote poems. Today we discussed the difference between perceived demeanor and one’s internal workings – what we do and do not reveal. I suggested he write another poem, that I would too. Here are Logan’s poems in reverse chronology. Is the first one the best? Or the third? Or?
I’m confused by the
female mind.
my sisters,
my lovers,
my mother,
All asking something
of me
That I cannot give.
Or perhaps it is rather,
I am confused with
what I want.
I am nauseous from
my interactions
And more
incapable than
ever
trapped in a loneliness
that seems unending
This is, perhaps,
The constant human
condition
That we must enjoy.
Poem 2
question after question
repeating the habit
of smiling.
Evading awkwardness
with meaningless
conversation
and dreading the
smell of old
coffee.
I’m hungry but
don’t want to
eat
So hectic in
almost every way
I’m shaking in
the chaos
and possible
overcaffination
Old friends all
around,
It’s almost overwhelming.
Always the same
questions.
It is overwhelming.
Almost as though I’m
trapped in a bad dream
of the past
and the questions go fully
unanswered
Poem 1
Stuck
It’s all a never ending thought-
process.
Mulling over what’s right,
what i want,
what they want,
And reminding myself
It is stupid to think too much.