2.19.2007: June Moon Spoon Swoon (In Your Face, Blake Castille)

The Guy stands alone. He speaks to us.

THE GUY
Today I met a fellow who declared
that writing once a day, for him, impaired
the process to create, because for him,
to rhyme was something more than just a whim.

He crafted songs, and so he justified
his resolute refusal to be tied
to writing once a day a song anew
to rhyming being difficult to do.

“But no!” I told him, “This cannot be so!
For even playwrights know the way to go!
A playwright who invests a bit of time
can come up with a healthy dose of rhyme!”

And so this play (if “play” it can be called)
upon this page is dutifully scrawled
in rhyming lines and verses neatly built
to give the songster great creative guilt.

For even those who write to fit the stage
can conjure rhymes that hopefully engage
without restoring to the clichéd tune
of rhymes like june and moon and spoon and swoon.

So take this as a lesson for the day:
That every writer should write day to day.
And let not rhyming hinder what you feel.
So… in your face, my friend, dear Blake Castille.

The roar of an unseen audience erupts, filling the space with a joyful noise. The Guy basks in his accomplishment. Roses fall at his feet.

The lights go down, thank god, to shield us from The Guy’s smug smile.