Mary’s poetry left a lot to be desired
but when she sat down
crossed then recrossed her legs
I had a hunch she was quite a performer.
The oral tradition of poetry started
when I left the stagnant reading and got into my car
suddenly I felt kisses on my ear
a little slobbery but much more inspired
than any poetry I heard that night.
it was Mary
she unzipped my pants
and began giving me a blow job
I checked the back seat
to make sure I was not going to be rolled.
I immediately knew her cutting edge technique
was distinctly European; probably German.
there are poetry critics on every corner
barely keeping up with
all the bad poetry being written
but there has never been a
bad blow job in the history of civilization.
some poetry readings are better than others.