wrestling with congruency
It looked friendly enough.
Even downright hospitable.
The crowd seemed attentive during my first 30 poems.
But they didn’t seem to like number 31.
Or number 32 for that matter.
Soon after, they stormed the stage and I fled.
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Tags: cookies, Dallas Pennsylvania, Harvest Festival, open mic, poet abuse, poetry reading
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September 22, 2008 at 8:16 pm
Hahaha, that is coooool,
September 22, 2008 at 9:38 pm
Photoshoped!
Their thumbs are facing the wrong way. Snopes claims you got a standing ovation. Go ahead, try to deny it!
September 22, 2008 at 9:48 pm
Paul and Polar –
Thanks guys.
They actually did hoist me on their collective shoulder and march me around town – looking for a dumpster.
September 24, 2008 at 4:31 am
ROFL!
It could have been worse, you could have wandered into a slam. They throw bricks at those things…
The scientifically impossible I do right away
The spiritually miraculous takes a bit longer
September 24, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Clapso, I always enjoy the thought of the scene in the Blues Brothers movie where they are performing at a roadhouse within a security cage. Next time I will bring such a cage. Perhaps do poetry from a dog crate.
Seriously, I think it would be cool to go to a slam.
October 25, 2008 at 11:24 am
That is outrageous.
I don’t know if I could handle it.
I mean I AM on a “mission from Gott.”
But 2 hours of “Rawhide” would stunt my growth.
What a hoot.
October 25, 2008 at 11:34 am
five minutes of daytime tv and i am mush