right in the middle of the meeting
right in the middle of the meeting
i got an awful itch in my butt crack–
ninety minutes to go
right after the elevator doors closed
i realized the person who just got off
had farted or shit their pants
right after i starting accompanying the choir
the air conditioner blew the thirty-page Bach cantata
off the organ and into the audience
right after i reached the window
to buy tickets for Springsteen
the lady put up the SOLD OUT sign
right before my baby was finally born
i found out what an episiotomy is
right before i sat down to write this poem
my partner told me my poetry sucks
right before i die
i will wish i could live it all again
8 thoughts on "right in the middle of the meeting"
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This poem definitely does NOT suck. It sweeps in with humor, slips into heavy statements, and ends with a totally unexpected turn!
Thank you very kindly, Joseph! Your encouragement is much appreciated.
I enjoyed this poem, and how it swerved around my expectations, a unique point of view
Thank you, Shaun.
The baby being born verse made me laugh out loud! Fantastic read!
Thank you, Sylvia. To know you laughed makes me happy.
Wonderful, and a great way to end!
Thank you, Mike.