The Cure for the One Night Stands

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You need to read this one at your own risk. I decided to run a sexual metaphor, in a Slam style poem about Slam poetry. If you don't like blunt sexual metaphors, or are easily offended don't read it.

What is Slam?

Not the regular wham bam thank you ma'am

Of cutesy rhyme, diminutive Haiku, or Senryu

Slam doesn't gently tease your head, foundling your words, lightly kissing your metaphors, caressing ever so slightly your images, your beliefs.

Slam grabs your poetic cock greedily,

And shoves it in its mouth

And swallows.

Swallows your preconceived notions assumptions beliefs and your sacred cows.

Slam ties you to the bedpost screaming

Now you're my bitch! Think for yourself.

You're-- my bitch! Now think for yourself.

Think for yourself!

If it feels right, do it.

If it sounds right, say it.

If it makes your audience uncomfortable

If it makes them think

SCREAM IT!

SCREAM IT!

Make them scream it!

Make them scream, breathlessly, hearts pounding, ideas erupting

Wanting more, needing more, rhythmically writhing

Grinding

Grinding words,

Words and meanings, ideas and metaphors

Slam grabs its audience and makes them

Makes them give up the one night stands

Of rhyme and Haiku

And Senryu

Slam.

Slam makes them--

Slam makes them want to swallow their own sacred cows.

The audience, for the most part, silently whispers WTF to each other, not sure how to respond. A few of them, aroused, hurriedly, breathlessly slip away. Slip away with yellow pads and pens in hand to slam each other.

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