never again

August 23, 2006 at 1:16 pm | Posted in poetry | Leave a comment

There was this one night

where I went to

read some poems

at an over-priced

coffeeshop,

Douglas Street, Victoria,

and I stumbled

on every word

while the people stared,

but I blame it all

on the girl

who got me stoned

half an hour earlier

because it was oneĀ of

those times

I wanted back,

since it seems

someone was taping

the event

for a show

on University radio,

and out of the five poems

I had picked out,

I could barely

get through one

without laughing or

making it look like

I had mental issues,

so I cut it short

to a well deserved

smattered applause

and swore sobriety

at poetry readings

with distinguished authors

taping my voice

for radio.

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