(Thought I’d post another poem from Wednesday Night Regular before I head off to the club.)
for Sloan
Her eyes caress me
Glancing dangerous places
Making idle promises
Her smile consumes me
Absorbing intellect
Leaving nothing of use
Her song compels me
To the rocky shore
Of her clockwork hips
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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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One of my favorites. I liked the recording. :)
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Thanks, TL! I tried really slowing down my delivery to see how it would sound. I wonder if it will work as well at an open mic…
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