Saturday December 21, 2013 / 9:00pmPoetry After Dark
Complimentary General Admission
How was your experience?
Ouch. Obnoxious or Execrable?...I could not decide? Insincere? Yes. Manipulative? Yes. Saccharine Oozed on with a turkey baster? That too. Waiting was not needed. Within 30 seconds the squirm factor of unctuous love guru rhetoric took affect. If you are a guy, this is what a sleaze trying to pick someone up at a bar must sound like. I had to pull my hat down and look away seeing if any value would emerge. But this whole performance was not aimed at anyone but the ladies in two rows apparently ready to listen to a 6'6 smooth talking high preacher of sex/love rhyming like Jesse Jackson but sounding like some leisure suited lounge lizard who looks deep in their eyes and . Yeech. Those cloying rhymes and protestations of devotion had the credibility of a snake oil salesman. Poetry? It rhymed with ...cure prap.