So poetry night sucked.
The star wanted to discuss her genitalia.
I recited a poem about extinction.
She talked about masturbation and drugs and Jagermeister
And I about sea turtles and red tide—
Evidently hers and mine are different.
After twenty minutes she won
The audience loved the word clit
More than endangered species act
Or the fact that an orca pushes her dead calf
Around Victoria, her grieving palpable
And how we all worried for her survival
And still worry
Yet how did that fare against orgasms and inward involvement?
I sit alone, while the perseids shoot spheres of light across the sky
The lapping of the tidal river a reminder, a repetition
Of all that’s gone before
From which we have not learned.
9 thoughts on “Poetry Night”
i went to an open mic once and blushed all the way through, heard words i never knew existed! i hear what you say
Yes, quite a bit of diversity. Probably a lot like here! 🙂
Wow. Love this. Preaching to the converted.
Yeah, I’m afraid that probably happens a lot. I’m afraid to find more stories about the orca though. Heartbreaking stuff.
Nicely expressed, Sascha, and the last four lines gorgeous. Apparently I’ll never be doing open poetry reading. There are so many audiences, so many tastes. It’s been a long time since I found anything shocking, but I don’t believe in shock value; there has to be something underneath. A lot more underneath. Crocodiles perhaps. (Sorry, I don’t know why I wrote that.)
lol….I’m afraid that having crocodiles underneath might very well be considered SHOCKING! 😀
But, thanks, Steve. I think you touched on exactly why these poems don’t work for me. I feel that the words and the thoughts are intended to get a reaction without my thought or depth put into it.
I could be wrong.
Hahaha. No, Sascha, you’re not wrong. And the crocodiles agree.
Very nicely done. I think I will never make my way to an open mike lol!
I might make it to open mike but not behind the mike…or is that in front of? 🙂