cubistpoet

I went to a poetry SLAM tonight, and the poem that I read placed me a mere two tenths of a point away from the top three and the second round.

A crime that was noted not just by myself but also by the host who asked me to come up and read again anyway even though I didn't score well enough to earn a chance at prizedom.

It was a good night. To have people appreciate my poetry without a chance to sit down and look at it and all its very allusional qualities... it was nice.

I'm drunk right now, as I was when taking the stage.

Woohoo for alki-hol!