I tried

but little success

I guess poetry wasn't in the cards for me

Maybe I didn't work hard enough at it

To understand it 

sometimes I'd get it, mostly

spoken word or the New Yorker lol

Weird dichotomy but heh

I used to go to poetry readings

It was usually the same cast of characters every week

They all seemed like they were on anti depressant medications or should have been

Vampyre Mike was cool

He had a backpack with room temperature malt liquor tall boys 

Dominique Lowell was passionate and a junkie 

Rafael was a former Franco youth poet/anarchist crazy drug fiend

Sparrow 13, Julia Vinograd, Bucky Sinister and others I can't remember their names right now. 

Every Thursday at a spot on Guerrero and 22nd? with aluminum

Siding walls and bleacher stands seating

Cafe Babar 

The Babarians 

Occasionally Dawn and I would provide musical interludes. We'd do songs like Wish You Were Beer, Satans Your Buddy, Too Much Shit, and Truckload of Art. 

Dawn and I would sometimes sit at the kitchen table at home and get drunk and try to write songs. Sometimes successfully sometimes nope.