A Preacher, Prostitute and Duck go into a Bar ...

So I'm on my way to do poetry in Iowa ...

Which lead-in sounds like a joke?

Well, the Iowa thing could've gone either way, especially when my gas needle hugged waaaayyyy to close to E as a result of the exits with gas stations being waaaaayyyy too far apart. Me digging out my teensy gas can, leaving my car abandoned on the rural road (I exited, at one point, thinking there had to be a gas station fairly close), walking miles in the dark, my right pinky toe humbling me to vow a forever allegiance to rubber sole wedge flats, and peeing on myself at the mere thought of getting snatched up by some snaggle toothed creep driving a Dodge charger, Mack truck or state patrol car.

No ... no punch line there ...

Instead, I put my car back on the highway and thanked God --in advance-- for letting the next exit be one with a gas station.

If it was humor I wanted, though, the Iowa City Slam was hilarious! There was a poem about belly lint ... a poem with steps for baking blood pudding ... a poem that came with a broom accessory ... poems with amazing metaphors and imagery "earning" scores of 3s, 4s and 6s ... and a spontaneous public service announcement against nerve-numbing sex lubricants.

... then the Duck says to the Prostitute ...

Best of all, I've adopted (and hopefully been adopted by) a few Iowa poets. There were three Milwaukeeans in the audience! Chillin' drove an hour from Waterloo to show love (We actually adopted each other a few years ago and it was great to see her looking/feeling so good)! I stayed up with Joe-squared (Slammaster Joe Mirabella and his partner Joe) until the wee hours talking about life, laughing at change, shuffling through Tarot cards and comparing notes on how we plan to help Ikea take over the world.

And did I mention that most of the IowaCity Slam audience were already organ donors? Go 'head Iowa DMV!

So, sorry, no corny Iowa jokes (oooh! corn. that one was an accident!). Just another wonderful experience on the road trying to saving the universe through poetry.

Okay. Maybe there was joke in here somewhere.

[this post makes up for the one I missed last week]

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