Vistas & Byways Review - Spring 2018
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Writers on Writing
​Poetry

If You're Lucky
​​by Allen Wilson

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For James Laughlin
 
His muse called
at 3:00 am from
Greece dictating
poems sure
it was a pain
in the ass and
took half a
Valium to get
back to sleep
but think
that could be you--
 
if you’re lucky
 
Your muse however
totally irresponsible
has no regard for
timing or personal safety
she’ll hijack consciousness
at the most inconvenient
moment get you killed
on a lark words’ll
stampede you while
you’re driving
leaving your knee to
steer your left hand
to write as your eyes
yo-yo between the
road and notebook
giving an old-school
twist to texting while
driving; but you
won’t hit anyone--
 
if you’re lucky
 
Doc Williams
on a bench beside
his Buick muggy
Rutherford summer
day leaning forward
dispatching plums
out of hand waves
of nectar breaking
over his chin splashing
his shoes they taste
good to him taste good to
him he spies a woman
across the street he
wants to but he’s eaten
the last one the
image kaleidoscoping
in his eye words
burning his ear jumps
behind the wheel
drives hell bent for
9 Ridge Road; you
may have this sort
of epiphany too--
 
if you’re lucky
 
Doc’s bloody hands
wresting Mrs. Corcoran’s
daughter from the womb
later trying to resurrect
gems got tossed with
placenta wrapped in casts
drowned in croups
long past midnight
pouring through papers
on his desk searching
for notes to Patterson
scratched on a prescription
pad did he absent-mindedly
hand that one to Mrs. Petrello
instead of the sulfonamide
for her son’s earache;
you might have to
sort through these
sort of conundrums too--
 
if you’re lucky
 
And you’ll find that next
poem it won’t come gift-
wrapped and tied with a
bow it’ll be another
all or nothing knock
down drag out brawl
smothered in doubt
salted with pyrite
punctuated with
Fuck It! moments
tears too tired to
care whether sad or
joyous but when you
finally grasp it shivers’ll
shoot up and down your
spine goose bumps’ll
light up your forearms
and shoulders and
this’ll give you enough
tired breath to launch
another day; this is
what you have to
look forward to--
 
if you’re lucky!

About Allen Wilson
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Allen Wilson has, by turn, been a dishwasher, farm laborer, stock clerk, piano teacher, telephone salesman, court clerk, statistical typist, administrative assistant, construction estimator, grant writer, consultant to public and private non-profit organizations, executive director, and contract administrator.  He’s a graduate of San Francisco State University (MA Humanities, 1970), married more than 50 years, has an adult daughter, is currently semi-retired trying to figure out what he wants to do when or if he grows up.  He writes poetry because that’s what the voices in his head tell him to do.
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