Take a deep breath
And count to ten
What an almighty fuck up
Wish I could read again.
Look on it as learning a trade
Hopefully tonight's memory
Will soon fade!
It's only a start
But inside I'm so angry
Tearing myself apart.
Someone said a kind word
At the break
Were they being kind for pity's sake?
Truth is I can only
Read out as me
For performing Open Mic's
Still strange territory.
Dulwich Poet 12th February 2014
(I was bloody awful, not prepared, and completely messed up the three poems I tried to read tonight, at an Open Mic spot at 'Before I Die' poetry evening at the Torriano, in Kentish Town)
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