Last night’s show poem.
A tasters choice
Earning every meal
Dead pidgeon on a dumpster
Beautiful hotel lights
That guy probably makes
More than both of us
Nice try asshole
Just park your fucking truck
I am confidence builder
You are insecure one
Picking fights like picking noses
I want you to succeed
in spite of me
“Ice picks on your tongue”
Long underwear on your lips
Breathe in the cold
I know I’m not the man
Who always gets things right
I’m not like Neil Young
I don’t drive cars real fast
I dabble in the dark arts
Watching ourselves
In a fishbowl
It’s painful or peaceful
Ghost of a cat
In the corner of my eye
A choice
A tasters choice
(This poem was recited for the first time on Saturday January 24, 2015 at Coda in Kansas City, MO)