When a Two Minute Poem Runs 3:25

Congratulations to Marshall, Razoul and Gina for finishing 1-2-3 in last night's slam. In my case slam was Canada's Olympic Hockey Team to my Russia.

I drew first and did a very low energy poem that I thought would make up for the quiet with a burning wit and intensity. What happened was a poem full of bad Pinter pauses. Heck, I even drew a time penalty. I blame myself.

You never know what's going to happen at a slam. What happened after I read took on a life of its own. There were twelve poets in the first round, five judges and sixty total scores. I may be mistaken but there were 27 scores of ten handed out in the first round, that's almost half. An odd night where it seemed poets were given a perfect score for walking on stage. Gina's combined score was a 59.7, and she came in third place overall. Razoul had a 29.8 I think and Marshall had a perfect 60.

Next slam will be different. They all are.

Remembered a little of last night's dream. There was a surprise birthday party held for Scott Woods. Somehow I convinced Kool and The Gang to come play his party. They showed up. Set up their gear. Scott arrived. Was duly surprised. Then suddenly left. I kept asking when he was going to come back, because Kool and The Gang had another show to do later. A show that payed. I kept getting told Scott was coming. He'd be back any minute. Meanwhile the guests are waiting to eat. Kool and The Gang were running out of patience and a kid playing a ukulele left handed became the opening act.