Workshop

I won this contest once, the prize was I got to attend a workshop/seminar conducted by Stephen Dunn, a rather well-known poet laureate. This came from that experience.

I thought about writing again,

but then I got a stomachache,

so I thought,

to hell with it;

besides;

what would it prove?

I really don’t care

to be psycho analyzed,

by some middle aged, mildly attractive,

poet wannabe named Diane,

searching for meaning in a poem

about women in the DMV,

scrutinizing every line for

political and technical correctness;

I would buy her a drink however;

if I thought there wouldn’t be a test

afterwards;

it is rather amusing though,

to find out that there really are

people out there,

attempting to learn how to

write this bullshit,

it makes me wonder if

it’s poetry they’re trying to master;

or life;

because I never saw any difference

between the two.

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