SO impressed with everyone this week. Dave, Amy, Allie, Flounder, Nate, and Hilary - you guys are amazing! We’re always excited by people who want to share their creativity, so if you’d like to join next week, let me know. I’m hoping we can start exploring different prompt-types in the future, as well.
Just a review for those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about. SLAM Tuesday is a virtual/IRL meeting of friends who have nothing better to do than write fun/stupid poetry on Tuesday nights. Everyone is given a prompt and then there’s a 5-minute planning period. You get 15 minutes to write your poem, after which, you perform it for the entire group. There are absolutely no rules in terms of form or length - it’s all about your own personal creative expression.
Prompt: Hitting on a girl in a bar
Wow.
I mean, I’ve had a few tonight,
but you’re like a hundred drinks in and I’m pretty sure
you think she’s in fucking love with you.
Let me take a guess -
There’s this girl.
There’s this girl and you see her standing there,
all talkin’ with her girlies,
hair all primped and twirly
and she’s just whirlin’ around the dance floor
wishing she could kick off her switch-blade stabbing
stilettos and just cut that Brittany Spears rug up
for the rest of her life,
without EVEN realizing you were once but a twinkle
in your daddy’s twenty-something eye socket.
But you, my friend,
you’ve got one hand on your luke-warm Miller Light,
and one hand in your Hollister jean-tight pocket
thinking you can lock. it. DOWN
if you just blast that ice-brewed view all up on her nasties
for the rest of the night.
uhhhhhh do you date me?
ARE YOU FORREAL?
Wait wait wait wait wait wait.
you really don’t have a clue,
do you, boss?
Maybe I’m missing something from my side of the room,
watching ladies move through from this side to that
in the liquor-sticky seat where I was sat
attacking with full-Hun force my plans for the evening -
Just me.
and my friends.
without other intentions
but then,
She starts to make a butterfly move your way
and I’m wondering,
did I just mis-call this game??!?!
the seas part as your heart
skips
a beer-slowed beat thinking,
“holy shit!
this might actually happen.”
but wait -
whoooooshhhhhhhhhhhh
and mountains crumble
and babies cry
and rivers run dry into oblivion
and Atlantis takes one last gasping
breath,
sinking into the unforgiving ocean,
as she doesn’t even look twice
slipping right through the masses
and the shattered pieces of your broken heart.
Oh,
she’s just going to the bathroom….
Yikes.
You’re bad, bro.
Maybe next time you’ll stop wondering
what size she is
and look into her eyes
and say,
“Hi! my name is *blank*”
and it won’t be in some dank-ass
bar on a tuesday night.
next time, bro.
next time……
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