I went to one of these last night at this place. It was a gas but I only stayed to hear the first three poets (there were like 20 signed up to read!) because I was tired, frozen and hungry after holding a protest banner for World Can't Wait for two hours downtown.
I was gonna post a rough, un-edited poem inspired by last night's reading but my order from Campmor just got here and, damnit, I have backpacks, yoga tops and thermal underwear to go play with now. WooT!!!
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Can I be a teensy, weensy bit jealous of cheap wine, poetry slams and camping gear? Especially the camping gear. Everytime I mention it to James, I can see him frothing at the mouth for a casino.
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