burning burning burning like fabulous Roman votive cups
then everyone going, "aawwwwwwww, lemme read next"

twenty something twentysomething poets read monotone read angst
read and read and: seize the NIGHT! SEIZE the night! seize. THE.
(whispered) night. (screamed) seize it! seize the MICROPHONE!
o, 2 buRnnn aLOUD w/poems unpublishable

fork a plate of green fettuccini. gummy yummy. herby half warm.
scared I'll get the munchies. afterward. more coffee.
everyone Libertarian. or passing. calling on reVOluTION, maaan
the GOP wants more coffee! then some kid drops his drawers

on a stage that isn't a stage is a microphone in a corner in a cafe
beside a big front window so he can recite to a room AND
a rainy street his loud poem about teen spirit on a plane. west
ward, ho! geriatrics did somethingorother that screwed up his life so

he had to get his nose pierced or maybe it was his tongue
I was creaming my finally coffee when he unzipped
so it might have been his dick. then he moved here from NM
and all this does not seem very important

or even particularly shocking except that them bloomers are silk
so I wonder how such a poor! poor! poetkid got silk undershorts
when I can't even get another goddamned cup of coffee
seize the java pot! SEIZE the java pot. seize the JAVA!

Renay

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