YAY!

So I actually competed tonight at the Poetry Slam. Second time competing, first time making the cut to the second round.

I did my iPoem and did my ode to September in the second half, it being September 29th and all. The September one didn't score well but people seemed to like it. I made it to the second round and ended up coming in fifth place. My prize was a bracelet that RC had found on the ground. It's a treasure.

The big news is that my iPoem got a 10! My very first ten. Aw.

Plus a guy named Bennet came up to me afterwards looking to buy a book of my poetry and was disappointed that I didn't have anything for sale. He made me promise to bring stuff to sell next time. You got it, Bennet.

Please excuse me while I go cure world hunger, make Emily Watson giggle like a schoolgirl, and test fighter planes. Anyone up for hang gliding? I swear I could arm-wrestle a bear right now. Me head's going to have trouble fitting through doors for the next day or so.

One guy even did a poem to a girl that was in the room instead of in the past or someone in a different country or someone he never talked to. It was passionate and heartfelt, he was quite a young guy, the girl cried, it was awesome. That's what poetry is all about in my eyes.

Great slam. Lot of newcomers up there with a variety of styles and subjects. Here comes the autumn.



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Over

It’s dark out there and it’s getting dark in here.

The affair we’ve been having for the summer is ending. It’s as clear as the change of seasons that whatever passion started this fire is nearly burned out.

An hour ago, we shimmied out of our clothes with smiles taped to our faces. We wrapped our arms and legs around each other, desperately clawing and grasping but it was only saddening. Our orgasms were biological muscle contractions and nothing more. That magic reason had fled.

Now he we are. We didn’t even work up a sweat. This attic we’ve been using reeks of pine. There is no bullshit between us now even though nothing has been said yet. This last rendezvous was the final one we’re ever going to have and it’s obvious.

This is the silent re-buttoning of clothes.





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