My First Poetry Reading

Sat in the corner with a Jack Daniels and Coke

Just there on my own

A sea of faces, some friendly, some not so much

The poetry starts, an open mic


Autobiographical

Short

Long

Funny

Sad

Navel gazing


So unlike English in year 9

Why don’t they teach this stuff in school?

Then I’m off

Embarrassingly early

Social skills all gone