warm corner in the pub
on a January full-moon night
poets read
heart-words constructions
that are clever, twisted, eerily honest
Tom, dead-pan, points a finger at
South America, drones on about
sheets with an actual thread count,
coffee beans of various size and heritage and
how best to grind them
and, as faces around the table
dissolve into helpless tears of laughter,
he teaches how to make a tedious poem
hilarious
No comments:
Post a Comment