hungry with desire
licking lips, wanting to taste
can i be cheesecake?
so i performed at the bezerkeley poetry slam again. judges scored way harsh on any pieces dropped on a hip hop tip. but, for whatever it's worth, this week i tied for 3rd place. the rules state that all ties will be broken with a sudden death haiku bout decided by the audience. the haiku above -- dedicated to denise, dre, and all the ccc interns (toast to our retreat dinner) -- is probably the only haiku i've written since my freshman year honor's english in high school (and you know how long ago that was for me). when they announced it, i racked my brain for some funny on-the-fly 5-7-5 syllabic masterpiece referencing poets or my inability to count. everyone in the bar turned to stare at me and watch me scribble out ideas on a napkin. i wanted to bow out of the bout, but that's lame so i just did this one. on stage, i checked the syllable count one more time, thankfully, and cut a word from the middle line. my haiku sucked, but the audience showed love because they really like my "mtv" piece and the host pulled another twenty out of his wallet and let us tie.
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