It may sound odd but some of my favorite poets are ones that received their fame through slam poetry such as Sage Francis or George Watsky.

Thats not strange. Modern poetry is exceptional. I am a poet too, just did a show wednesday. Ill share some of my stuff if anyones interested

YES

These words were sounds that were found in a town at the bottom of a valley in a deadbeats basement

Down in the ripple of a river in the middle of a transplant liver and a hip replacement

Gifted by a God who was given all the time but he had no patience

Well
Well
Just imagine for the sake of argument
This is hell
Were all Brutus
Were all Bandits
It was perfectly scheduled
But we didnt plan it
It was written on the back of a stack in a snapple, that was harvested by mammals who had taken all the apples from the garden in a seige.

Saw things in the valley that you wouldnt believe.
Merciful warlords
bayonnetts and swords
lurking in the weeds like a mongolian horde in the bottom of the valley in a deadbeats basement.

Down in the thicket by a yacht was a dock that was covered by a flock who was mostly cavemen.

Seemed a little strange but the focus of this plane is preppin up the pep talk for how you explain dirt on your hands while youre trying all your plans on the ways that a sound can resound off the walls in the echo at the bottom of a river in a deadbeat basement.

Well

Fishin'

So strange my position
Wake up in the morning
Then go out fishin
Middle of the night
Im gorging in the freezer
Bathrobe jammies livin like a geezer
Cook a mean skillet then kill it with a lyric like a pleb
Ice fishin in july
Floatin by in a sled
Flannel and a beard
Bait tackle landing net
but forgot all of my beer

I keep it chilled cold on the lake floor knockin on the door like a catfish pretending they do backflips listening to footprints tapping on the under belly of a speed boat stoppin droppin deep floats waitin like a robber with a bobber in a rain coat soaked from a storm that slew all the swarms of the horse fly nights quick lifts and tired mouths hiding in the deep by the dam river town

I put a lot of heart n sole into this ep. Ya I mean chicken hearts and fish. The dog downstairs wont stop moanin. My sink is full and im into human cloning. My dishes they need rinsing let me copy you so I stop complaining. Im desert blue 142 and I cant stop sand from raining.

(Those three all written in last 48 hours)

As you can see I am constantly creating.

I loved the first one. It reminds me of Watsky's old poetry pieces

A bit of Watsky's "Carry the one" about climate change

I'm most found in this city when I can't see 5 feet in front of me
And I don't think I have the words to explain fog to my children
To tell my grand kids what snow was like
It's hot today, and you could fry an egg on the hood of our karma
We're driving ourselves off a cliff, with a bag of money in the trunk
Our dollars read "in god we trust"
I went to Well's Fargo today because my fog bank went bust