So, without further adieu, I'd like to present Dane and his poetry piece, Redundant Formats, which he wrote from prompts I gave him.
Redundant Formats
Sometimes I’m not fun to be around,
like when I’m reading a book
or I’m cutting through crowds
100 feet down on the Northern Line,
talk about Notes from the Underground.
Sometimes I’m fun
although I’m usually drunk,
when I’m living my life
at open mic nights
or trying to find
some excitement.
Sometimes I even
get the drinks in.
Sometimes I take my metaphorical quill
and feel metaphorically ill,
so I metaphorically spill my words
in a funeral hearse,
and so I fear the worst
and hope for something better,
you’d better believe it.
But this isn’t about me,
not really –
we all need something to believe in,
whether it’s reality TV
or whether it’s buy-one-get-one-free
on books and CDs,
even though we stream mp3s
as a society.
I like my books in redundant formats,
hypertext stories on floppy disks,
audio books on cassette tapes
or lines of foolscap
from a typewriter.
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