  Last night was my trek to the Bowery to catch their Megathermonuclearapocalypcticdisastermierda slam. I got there a little bit late because I got caught up in my house with these two hot porn stars and threesomes take a while to get over. Aye relax.. I am just joking. Got to the Bowery and I was bored. A fuckin semi-final slam and I was bored!
Not even my little game of guess the score of the poet going up could keep me interested. 1 year on this scene thrown in the mix and I am already bored with the poems. I can only imagine what is going through the minds of poets that have been here for 7 years. I hope the finals next week at Urbana are much more interesting and I am looking forward to hearing probably one person. This white boy Chad went up there and he was ok. He made finals so he has something to offer. The only reason I am looking forward to it is because its new work I havent heard over and over again.
Chad, if you are on this scene next year with the same poems, I will be bored of you too . I told Ed Garcia that if 4 years from now if I am slamming and I pull out my Bronx poems from the deep dark black kettle of poetry; he can stab me in my throat. I give him permission to grab my own nice and stab me in my throat going from left to right. Please make sure the esphogas falls out to ensure death. I try to ply myself as the ever loving, community building, poetry loving Fish that hugs everyone. Yet, I cringe to hear the same thing over and over again. This is what I get for attending too many slams. A piece of me understands some strategy used in slams. If you have one poem you are certain will garner a 9.9; fuck it; pull that motherfucker out. It is a competition and the one who is willing to go all out is going to win. The only thing I question is  When are you going to pull out a pen and write something new?. One of my biggest fears was  Oh, that is the Puerto Rican dude with the awesome Bronx poem ". Well, that has changed with the addition of another Bronx poem that is getting more accolades then the original Bronx poem.
Celena won the slam again. Taylor came in second and I was happy for him. Even though he did his usual cut throat strategy; I rooted for him. Why?? Well, I never seen Taylor slam. Last year he was all over the place and he couldnt slam at urbana. He failed to make the team. This year he did his thing and he is in the finals. Big congrats to Mrs Post Midnight who is expecting an offspring in September.
I have compiled a list of baby names for your choosing: Baby names: 1 Fish 2 Fish Midnight 3 Fish Post 4 Post Fish 5 Midnight Fish 6 Mid Fish 7 Mid NightFish 8 Bob Well, I am off to kill some little old ladies who just received their monthly social security checks. Then I am going to Rikers to teach some inmates the wonderful art of Poetry Peace, Love, Porkchops 
