One year ago today I started these
Things I have been calling poems
For the lack of a better translation
Or formal training maybe, groupings of words
I first heard long ago at Weeds
And decided I could do that,
Stand in front of people
With the license of an open mike
And G’s introduction
Under Sergio’s watchful eye and donated shots,
In the company of The Fly,
Joffery Stewart and the Renaissance Man,
The Vege-dude, his paramour,
And others of like ilk.
We slid our late night words under the table
And out the door in the memories of
Unsuspecting patrons of fifth column,
Politically incorrect provocateurs,
Unleashing them with intention
Into the swirl of the city’s dreams.
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