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Old Hat

 

Look man,

the local hero said,

these poets...

fuckin’...

Hughes, Thom Gunn,

and Eliot,

he stopped

to lift his beer up

like Bukowski did,

they’re so damn...

academic, man,

it bores me stiff.

There ain’t no grit,

no energy,

no balls.

There’s just a...

nothingness.

Who needs

their fuckin’

shit techniques.

I know you like them.

I don’t.

I want...

SLAM

his flat palm

struck the table

...that.

I want

a thunderbolt.

When his name was called,

he sauntered to the mic,

his papers in his hands.

His poems were as old hat

as his ideas,

and the crowd went wild.


Bruce Hodder - Northhampton, Northamptonshire   


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