“Poem in Your Pocket Day” is a time-honored tradition in which New Yorkers are encouraged to carry a poem in their pocket and share it with friends, family, coworkers, and classmates; friends, family, coworkers, and classmates are asked, in return, to refrain from beating them to a pulp.
In honor of this special historical day, April 29, Mayor Bloomberg is asking for Tweet poems — um, “Poetweet.” Like,
“I’m sorry this poem is a terrible mess/But what can you do in 140 characters or less…”
Winners get their poems published in Metro New York!
At Runnin’ Scared, we adore a good verse, and we’re willing to try anything once. Or twice. (Not to brag, but one of us even had a poem published in Sassy. You know, Sassy? The magazine?)
Well, anyway, Foster and I have crafted our own Poetweets, which we will be sending to @NYCMayorsOffice once our lawyers give the go-ahead:
Foster: Everything shits, everything dies, poetry shits, but poetry lives. Plutocratic rainmakers who monopolize public office die shit poetry.
Jen: so much depends on a poem in my pocket, except when i forget about it and take it to the laundry guy, who washes it clean. a soul, reborn.
We have this shit in the bag.