Thursday, 30 September 2010

Poem a day, 30: September 30th 2010

Dear everyone, please find enclosed a map
to find the Porter bar on Monday.
We’re meeting at eight for beers on tap
discussion, poetry, and time to play.

Bring a poem if you want to read
a decent hat to look the part
then get yourself a decent seat
and be silent when the reading starts.

Sorry for writing a sonnet today.
And an e-mail I’m drafting for subject matter.
It’s not that I’ve got nothing to say
but it’s been a long day and I’m fucking knackered.

This form is really, really old.
The boiler’s broken, this room is cold.

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