Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Reading

by James Roome

The reading went smoothly.
Taut, smirking phrases
delivered with a vulnerability
more charming than abrasive.

Huge topics origami'd into
subtle flowers, tasty nuggets;
science melted on my tongue.
To see you shrug, it

just comes naturally, like sex.
Oh really? Thrusting, masculine
rhythms none too complex
later in the bar. But then,

after a few pints, a glass of wine,
your rhyme's more lecherous than sublime.

Added: 04.04.2011