Public Displays of Poetry (On attending my first poetry reading)

Reverent indifference

I savage my craft beer

while tea is sipped I see clarity at the bottom of this glass

sulk in this trap (can’t leave now, I’ll appear rude)

take in all these sweaty hipster rats

heads nod in silent sage agreement

beards are stroked in knowing deliverance

but all I hear is senseless crap

“deconstructed” as my brain combusts

talk of vague vulgar images to shock

certain whoops and claps I believe I even heard

an armpit fart

this third beer tastes like bitter frustration

I don’t belong here




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