Chamblee54

It was the first Monday, and I braved the drive to L5P for the poetry bash. The talent wasn’t a poet, but a short story reader. The player was in New Jersey and New York, and he kept running into Lucifer, who seemed like a perfectly reasonable sort of gent, even if he does make odd fashion choices.
The story that sunk in was about designer lawns, and chemicals needed to preserve them. I live in mcmansion city. My white trash lawn is surrounded by manicured chemical dumps. Speaking of dumps, dinner is kicking in, and needs to kick out.
Han Vance is host of the L5PPB. One attribute that poets find helpful is being a ham, and enjoying the sound of your voice going out over a PA. This describes Han, and many of the L5PPB actors.
Han was talking about hosting open mic spaces. Poets are usually good, but many OM musicians tend to suck. Later, Han explored the concept of a bar with no entry fee, but you pay to leave. This would seem to be the ideal venue for this musician’s open mic. The more obnoxious the alleged musician, the greater the charge to go home.
A motif of the L5PPB is the haiku. How did the odd number geometry of five-seven-five come to have hegemony over the micropoem universe? Some say that the beat counting is obsolete, and you just need a total of seventeen beats.
The pics that illustrate this triple drabble feature are haiku reductions. You take an image, contort it into a standard size, highlight the malleable text, make a separate file, highlight a five-seven-five combination, blur out the remaining text, and paste the text over what remains of the original. The haiku structure helps to make sense of the whole enchilada.