A Poetry Reading
A flabby, forgettable face
Kills the muted, unnatural silence.
She laughs timidly
In childlike embarassment.
The famous poet.
Stares at the ceiling,
Trying to conceal his yawndom.
Next to me
They wonder
Why i do not clap
Automatically.
The safe enclosed evening
Is
Programmed for
Proceeds to the.............
poem by Peter Vealey
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