Whatever....

Tonight I’ve been to
a poetry reading.

I don’t want
to talk about it.

Forgive me.


By this stage of my poetry life I should be used to boredom and staggeringly uninteresting poems by apparently intelligent people. I should be.

Forgive me.
I shouldn’t even be talking about it.
I was in a pretty good mood earlier on.
I think I'm not any more.