Once upon a time, when MySpace
was the best place in the world
for meeting other poets, devouring
each other’s luscious words,
Rob Chrysler (he’s dead now)
posted as a joke an ad for auditions
of potential porn stars for a movie.
We poets responded with wicked
written auditions, all hilarious.
I signed mine ‘The Passionate Crone’
(being well past tender years).
It caused universal delight.
Some of them called me that
for a long time after … until
MySpace died (killed off) and most
migrated to facebook, which has its uses
but isn’t the same. (Did, er, Someone
pay the assassins, I wonder now.)
I made me another poetry blog
out in the wide-world blogosphere,
calling it, of course, The Passionate Crone.
Recently it developed a mind of its own,
became intractable. Nothing fixed it.
Was it just getting old and creaky? Am I?
Might this be a sign from the Universe? (I know
I’m too old to flaunt it, but can’t I even joke?)
It’s now an archive. All things end.
My new blog is much more dignified.
I'm also linking this to The Tuesday Platform for 14 August 2018, at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
I'm also linking this to The Tuesday Platform for 14 August 2018, at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.