“A Triathlon for Beached Whales”
Last Monday night, I performed in Charleston again for the first time in months. Unfortunately, we did not video tape both poems, but we managed to capture the last poem: an ode about the relationship between poetry and alcohol called “A Triathlon for Beached Whales.” Before I begin to poem, you hear the last few lines of “Spirit of the Bear.” Enjoy.
Posted on August 24, 2013, in Humor, Poems, Poetry, writer, Writing and tagged alcohol, Charleston, Derek Berry, drunk, East Bay Meeting House, Hunting Island, open mic, poem, poetry, spoken word, word salad, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.