Shaun will be our guest reader at the November Slam

15th November 2011, 7pm, Galway Arts Centre

Letting: Blood and Go
Top me up with a tourniquet
Not without recourse to sweet regret
I wouldn’t like you to let me so don’t let me let
Me get
Out of hand or into someone else’s Pet
Me like a dog that you’ve known for years is not your friend
Up end
Your sensibilities and let me direct Yours to the late night, dark? Quite. Bend
Veni vidi veni- I came I saw I came again
Latin lol- Laughoutus Loudus
In facto ipso how long until this tongue’s dead?
Explicit prima pars- This is NOT the end
And I am the Shadow and I am the Glen
Here is all of my proof
The surface. Fascist. marketeers taboo truth
If it hurts me
Let me get a loyalty card
Let me sin loquacious
Let me be the bard
Hold me close
Let me down hard
Because I’m sterile without
THIS PEN LETTING ME
Hopeless without
MY WHITE PAGE FRENEMY
This is my writers’ block’s death
And THIS IS HER ELEGY

Excise all of these clichéd lines
Exorcise the half-truth of a misspent youth
If I sex her likelike I used to sex my ex is it a simul lay?
If I look right in the camera is it meta foreplay?
Precariously perched potential pretention
All my little words play with all iterations
So kiss my assonance I can’t do better than this sentence

No great tragedy for me to formative my years about
No downtrodden demographic for me to soapbox without
Appearing hypocritical of the established lyrical
Systematic heterocentric Oh pression serial
Emblematic of my lack of cause is my ethereal
Appeal to the trappings of a middle class imperial
Standard for emotion and its expressive delirial
Illusory catharsis elusive immaterial