Poem By James Franco

Eyewear is very glad to feature a poem today from James Franco's new chapbook, a UK exclusive.

James Franco, American Poet

BLUE BEING

by James Franco

There is a surface

That we all make together

And the wild man

Seems to pop through

Like a line dancer out of step

And others start complaining

That he doesn’t know the moves

And he’s stepping on everyone’s toes.

There was a man named Mike

Who called my father five times a day.

You’d hear each burdened voice of the family

Shout across the house,

Daaad, it’s Mike.

At dinner my father often explained

That Mike saw demons.

They spoke to him,

He thought they were real.

I pictured a flaming blue being

Entering the dingy room,

And sitting by Mike

On the gray sheeted bed.

'Blue Being' is from James Franco's chapbook, Strongest of the Litter, and appears courtesy of Hollyridge Press .

Comments

Unknown said…

I understand your poem and I like it very much. Your use of imagery is strong, clear and clever. Thanks for this poem

Thu Jan 17, 03:56:00 am 2013

Not James Franco said…

strong first stanza then it crashes and burns. for some reason I assumed Franco would do better. can't have it all I guess...

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