Tuesday Poem

Right, I've been getting heat from several directions, all clamoring for new materiaLOL --so here is. It's a little number I knocked out called "Language Lesson," and it might as well be subtitled, "How NOT to approach a person on the spectrum."



This is but one example, and there will be others to follow --the time I got attacked at a festival by some wacky broad with whom some bloke I'd just met tried to set me up is priceless stuff, but time and effort will be required in putting that one together to a degree sufficient to do it justice.

Anyway, bear in mind that I'm no poet, with no formal training of any kind and no grasp of such basics as form, rhyme, meter, texture and all of that happy horseshit; on the other hand, I've sat thru plenty of other folks' absolute dreck at readings stretching back nigh on fifteen years, so I think that I might be indulged if only just this once.

The Almighty Cathleen Schandelmeier, unqualified living LOLegend and hostess extraordinaire of the summertime Beach Poets series for the eighteenth year running, with some lovely remarks in reply to one of my recent posts --amazing what a lady will say about you if you slip her a twenty-- and others are always welcome to post comments so long as they're properly signed up to do so.