The Levels Letter:
Shitty Poetry: To be read on the toilet
To the people that see me in person who have asked “Where is the Levels Letter” I truly appreciate you reading. Life do be getting crazy sometimes and my spare time to sit and write my newsletters has drifted away. Yet I’ll always find the time to jot down a poor poem. It is my version of doodling, so here you are
Las Vegas Conference 8:47am :
A one legged monster with bulging lifeless eyes
Slowly rides through the cigarette haze
The room is the farthest thing from the sun
Beggars, beaters, the beaten and the battered
Patrolled up and down the once nice stained carpet
Men who you don’t think ever were boys
Smoke silently but not down to the filters
They save the stubs just in case they don’t hit a winner
Everyone in there must have got dressed in the dark
Style and elegance are forgotten luxuries
Even comfort seemed a distant fathom and league away
Past the man sleeping in the same weeklong shorts
Was the room full of people pretending to be alive
Saying things out of obligation
In that moment I knew why they host these things here
They make you walk past what you can become
I’ll put on my prettiest and most brave face
The gas bill will be high this winter.
Those things that she does:
Everyone always wants to know why
What exactly about them makes you tick
Maybe it is just the things that seem so ordinary
Seen behind locked doors in the small hours
That only you and you alone will understand
It’s a silk handkerchief tied to the drawer of the vanity
A smirk from across the room aimed just for me
Most likely it is the remnants of a half drunk coffee mug
The music coming from the bathtub
High notes hit with surprising smoothness
A bottle of prosecco that is now a covered in wax
It is the painting coming alive with a second life
Incense burning as she watches the Irish drama
For the ninth time and a tenth to follow
Old candlesticks, records that scratch
Smuggling 10 kilos of French butter in her purse
And saving a stray cat from Brooklyn
It’s those things she does
Those little things that women do
That keep the world turning
