Poetry Class.

Poetry Class.

 

(AAHHHH Poetry Sucks!)

 

Sitting on the floor of the first day of class.

So this is how you learn to become a poet?

I wait none the less for the arrival of the teacher /guru.

Call him or her what you may.

Wow I have to come here 3 times a week.

3 hours per class.

O well if that is what it takes to become a poet.

So many rules.

On how not only how to write a simple sentence.

But how to compose a poem,

After listening to all the rules on how to write a poem.

I forget what I wanted to say.

You have to put a period here.

Capitalize this letter.

So many writing rules.

and this is only in the first few minutes of class.

I excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

Only to never return again,

I quickly head down to a local watering hole.

To hang around the true poets,

of the true world,

With mud and dirt still on their hands.

I don't want to read the Whitmans,

the Byrons,

What the hell is a Chaucer?

The new poets that now sit with me,

ask with whiskey on the collective breaths,

so how was poetry class?

I say with blood shot eyes ,

(AAHHHH Poetry Sucks!)

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done