Did anyone else see those bats? Get your guns and mescaline. It's time for some Hunter.
Slam is the cure for bad poetry. Sorry, Twilight fans, this may overload your system with actual emotion.
What is Slam?
Not the regular wham bam thank you ma’am
Of cutesy rhyme, diminutive Haiku, or Senryu
Slam doesn’t gently tease your head, fondling your words, lightly kissing your metaphors, caressing ever so slightly your images, your beliefs.
Slam grabs your poetic cock greedily,
And shoves it in its mouth
And swallows.
Swallows your preconceived notions assumptions beliefs and your sacred cows.
Slam ties you to the bedpost screaming
Now you’re my bitch! Think for yourself.
You’re– my bitch! Now think for yourself.
Think for yourself!
If it feels right, do it.
If it sounds right, say it.
If it makes your audience uncomfortable
If it makes them think
SCREAM IT!
SCREAM IT!
Make them scream it!
Make them scream, breathlessly, hearts pounding, ideas erupting
Wanting more, needing more, rhythmically writhing
Grinding
Grindingwords,
Words and meanings, ideas and metaphors
Slam grabs its audience and makes them
Makes them give up the one night stands
Of cutesy rhyme and Haiku
And Senryu
Slam.
Slam makes them–
Slam makes them want to swallow their own sacred cows.