Tonight, Tonight, Tonight

I borrowed the title to this post from a track on the “Invisible Touch” album by Genesis -- of course, my buddies and I called that album “Invisible Crotch” -- do you remember the song? “She seems to have an invisible crotch. You reach for it, it never seems to be there. She seems to have an invisible crotch. You should give up, ‘cause you’re getting no where.” No we never sang anything beyond the first line, I just made the rest of that up for fun.

Of course, I do that with a lot of songs -- sometimes it cracks Francine up, sometimes she rolls her eyes with a look that tells me she’s wondering: ‘Now why DID I marry this guy?’

You see, I’m in a poetry state of mind lately. I’ve spent a bit of time hemming and hawing over which poems I’m going to read tonight at the launch for Hammered Out #8.

Sure, I’ll read “Electric Fire” which appears in the journal, but I’ve been going through other poems and trying to figure out what else to read. I’ve got a pile of other short more literary style pieces, including “The Sound of One Man Screaming” but am thinking of tossing in a dark humour/horror one or two. Partly to show the breadth of my work.

But also because I can’t resist the urge to want to make an audience laugh (and not because my fly is open and my wee willy winkie is checking out at the room)