Reading
Bird said he was tired of playing in cellars,
but if that is where the readers are, that is where
you read. I wasn’t banned, I was weighed in the balance
and found wanting. My measure was taken and I didn’t
measure up. I submitted myself to testing.
I stood the test. In the evil day,
I withstood. But the next day,
you have to push the rock back up
the hill, like Sisyphus. It is endless.
The woodshed is where the chops are developed.
The American dream is a reading where four people come,
plus the other reader. And one of the listeners was the sponsor.