by DeepAsleep
Poetry reading of a different sort
Where kicking the legs out from under their chairs
Will win little applause.
This poem was very powerful, well crafted and I loved the section which read, "i've always been the, "lay back, baby
& pretend your feet hate each other!" type... Well Crafted ~ with a firm grasp on the mundane!
As I read of your heart felt feelings
I am called to mind to imagine
what it would be like
were we all of us in our way
to take such a slam by force
and force it to our wiley wills -
can you imagine such a thing?
no sewing circle, no pulled punches
a roomful of dangerous poets.
would only one of us emerge?
...and proud of it.
'they all look like i shot their homeless children'
and you are coming after them next. I want to be there for that.
Nothing like a little fuck, or should I say fuck-it poetry to brighten up my morning.
Read this at a reading. Open mic nights are not exactly meta reflective decorums. They need a verbal screwing now and then.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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