Bad teeth — end of an era
In college I discovered theater. My first performance before an audience was one of poetry (as was my last as it turned out). I entered the theater from the back with swag, a black turtle neck and a beret. Clicking my fingers to the beat in my head the others picked up the beat with their own clicks and I said:
See
it was like this when
we waltz into this place
a couple of Papish cats
is doing an Aztec two-step
And I says
Dad let's cut
but then this dame
comes up behind me see
an d says
You and me could really exist
Wow I says
Only the next day
she has bad teeth
and really hates
poetry
RIP Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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