I heard there’s a place in new york
it makes me think of windows in amsterdam
what you do on stage, you can’t take back
“this is what I write when listening to a really bad
but this was an interesting story
an I’m still listening to bad poetry
all I can think
because we know better
Bad Rhyming Poetry
08/28/09
can be Contagious
floor to ceiling windows facing the street
where people are invited to have sex on exhibit
so anyone walking by can view
with prostitutes sitting & waiting to be bought
but this new york thing, sex on display
is more graphic than porn or movies today
and I don’t care if they feel carefree
exhibiting themselves for all to see —
rhyming poet at an open mic. I guess
bad rhyming poetry can be contagious.”
about sex on stage in new york —
but I started to hear that rhyming woman
and I think my mind turned into butter
so I started looking for rhyme
before looking for reason or meaning
so I just try to concentrate
on this plane in mew york —
I mean, isn’t the united states more prudish
than amsterdam?
is that there’s a line out there
that we all know never to cross
because in the back of our minds
we know we’d rather do it than watch it
& we know there’s no any in Hell
we’d do it in public anyway