The poetry slam, last Thursday, attended, in a pub - and - no longer the cozy venue it once was, now perhaps 70, 100 people.
And tonight I'm committed to reading...
Only, it's not quite done and so, taking the microphone, discover I'm not as comfortable speaking in front of crowds as I'd imagined, skip the poem I'd written, too long, too many trigger warnings, and default to another:
The lyrics I'd written to accompany John Cage's "4'33"" of silence.
Unfortunately nobody knew the tune, and so nobody appreciated the lyrics...