The problem with blogs is that you read them in reverse.
If you’ve read this blog, you know my friend Mike and I hang out in coffee shops or pubs on weekends and write poems on a topic given to us by strangers.
Here is one I found in my notebook from last weekend at Zeitgeist. I think the topic was, “dark beauty”.
Her suicide was beautiful,
The middle finger lifted at a minister
as he gives a bullshit sermon.
She wasn’t escaping with cowardice.
She was saying something she’d been saying all along
but finally discovered how to get an audience,
at the expense of an encore.