poetry and the trace

hmm, I realise this may appear in any of the countless google searches no doubt to be launched by poetry wankers needing to see their name in google-result-typeface, but what the fuck I don't care. poets are boring & phenomenally self-congratulatory to the point where this working boy leaves a reading that remained highly stocked with wine. for the discomfort of cask classic red wine and no salad.