I’ll make you watch this over and over.

http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/1696530/

Word to your sensei, g.

Y’all better come down to GotPoetry Live at Reflections Cafe in Providence tonight for the open mike and feature by Ryk McIntyre.

Or else I’ll be forced to come to your house and read you my pig Latin translation of “Howl.”

At 3:14 AM.

With a megaphone.

Naked.

With a jug band backing me up.

And a cropduster pulling a banner reading, “Olochmay! Olochmay!” flying overhead while Mandy Moore and Diamanda Galas do cartwheels on the wing.

from NYC, where I came out of retirement for a single night to slam at Bar 13 as part of the Worcester Slam Team, along with Bobby Gibbs, badgary, and urbanitus. I replaced morthsha who couldn’t make it.

I kept it quiet because I wanted it to be a surprise. It was the first time in 5 years I’d slammed in anything resembling a team slam.

We placed third in a tough contest of four teams: Brooklyn, louderARTS, Worcester, and New Jersey (that was the order of finish).

Went up fourth in the first round, did “Conspiracy” a bit differently than usual, and got a respectable 26.5 after the half-point time penalty.

Star of the night was badgary, proving once again that he is criminally underrated by getting the high score of the bout with a 29.5, and incidentally prompting Rachel McKibbens and Emily Kagan to dance vigorously to a crowd singalong of “Darling Nikki” after he was done proclaiming the patriotic virtues of listening to Prince.

After, Mr. Urban and I went out for Oxycontin and pizza before driving home. (You had to be there.)

It was fun. I’m going back into retirement now. Good night.