(c) Geoffrey Wren
The Day is a Song
The day is a song Leonard Cohen didn't have the chance to finish and I'm caught inside it like a wounded thing and sometimes my poems leave me like a woman or the hours in a day or a last breath at the end of things and I'm left with this ghost of a life and this hunger for beauty in whatever form it can still afford outside there's rain and broken people beneath a pretty uselessness that pulls the heart and sometimes it seems the best plan is to be forgotten just as soon as you can manage yet there's a music to it all that's kept me going so far when I finish this beer I'll go outside and find some alley I've never seen I'll turn the corner and take whatever's there. *This poem appears in William's collection, From the Essential Handbook on Making it to the Next Whatever
Bio: William Taylor Jr. lives and writes in San Francisco.He is the author of numerous books of poetry, and a volume of fiction. His work has been published widely in journals across the globe, including Rattle, The New York Quarterly, and The Chiron Review. He is a five time Pushcart Prize nominee and was a recipient of the 2013 Kathy Acker Award. Pretty Things to Say, (Six Ft. Swells Press, 2020) is his latest collection of poetry.
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