MARY STYLES'S PERFORMANCE POEM
What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?
A rumour.
I married the King of all idiots as summer erupted all dripping green
and hated the insensitive bastard, especially the bit at the base of his penis.
He was a lawn mower - hard to get started, emitted noxious fumes and didn't work
half the time.
He used to whistle when sitti...
Tuesday 7th June 2011 5:19 pm
WORKSHOP POEM
After he read the poem to the group
it was so quiet you could hear the drone
of the air conditioning fan whining
that it's being punished by having
to listen to words as exciting as a puddle.
Someone said “I loved the poem's language”
which really means “English was a good choice”.
Then someone else said “it's very
precise” and that means “you wo...
Monday 6th June 2011 1:24 pm
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