The poetry organization at WashU (Inklings) is having their Grand Slam of poetry later this month.
Though I will not be competing, do to an inability to participate in the last round of qualifications (CHEERLEADING, DAMN YOUUU!), I have been asked to be an opening poet and/or a sac poet.
What exactly a sac poet is is beyond me. Though I’m inquiring.
In any event, this is all very exciting news. I get quite a thrill from public speaking and have been writing poetry like a madman ever since school started in the fall.
To give all of you a taste of my poetry I’ve posted a few of my first poems on this post and will continue to add from my archive of about 15 until I am forced to write more to keep up with your insatiable appetites for sexy words.
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This first poem is one I wrote a few weeks ago for an open-mic session during a poetry slam. I have the terrible curse of thinking far too fast, or perhaps too nebulously, for my mouth to keep up. To me, it sounds as though I am saying exactly what I am thinking, but, evidently, I fail. This poem expresses my inability to speak properly in nicely articulated metaphors or similes. If you love Helen Keller, though, this poem is not for you.
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THE MUMBLER
I mumble like:
Water over rocks
Bees who forget the steps to their dance
A fourteen car pile up where no one gets injured
A piano played with the forehead
Evolution when the platypus emerged
Colorblind people operating Rubik’s cubes
and Helen Keller, caught in a Chinese finger trap
