Friday, April 27, 2007

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven, Poem Twenty-Three

Poem

The venue's owner's cat left another dead mouse
at the door. Before today's open mike,
there was a stink when you wouldn't feature poet X.

The mass protest was started by poet
X himself, who, along with his mousy
girlfriend, boycotted tonight's open mike.

The damage is substantial. The open mike's
only other two readers finish before the feature poet
has arrived. Just then, somone throws a dead mouse

On the podium. The mouse, a makeshift prop, marks X's return, who like an overwritten line, uses our shock-induced pause to go from open miker to co-feature.

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