[Your Name Here] Liked This Post
Thanks to you all who click “like” on the blog.
I liked the poetry reading I heard last night.
After a dinner I like at Ruby’s, we trooped over
To the coffee shop, where the microphone was loose.
No one liked that.
So the two poets played musical chairs.
They didn’t like that, but they made light of it, so we did.
Everyone seemed to like the poets and their work.
Images of mothers, kitchen tables, blue eyes–
What’s not to like?
Beauty, madness, electronic noise.
Bad poems and their poetasters. Deceit. Limp language.
But hey, thanks for clicking that you liked my poems. Really.