Poetry as Performance.
Amtrak
How are your teeth today?
3.5 minutes long
Give it to me, I am every one.
Our shots, not our thoughts, are true
Buried in the poem.
I’m on my second day with Vivienne.
You know, vocalizing.
I was in it, and they weren’t.
Gorgeous tattoos.
Lobster on a leash
Enter the poem through another door
Maybe it’ll regain its freshness.
Often I rehearsed poems
walking down the street.
The Kennedy Finale
at a wedding.
People love hearing a line sizzle and hum
like a beautiful coin
I feel like I should stop there.
I always write in a Boston accent.
She looks a little disappointed.
We’re leaving
losing it.
Thanks for coming.