Turns out Chicago poet J.J. Jameson was leading a double life. Check out this spin on the story:
Here is excerpt one of Jameson's poems from Chicagopoetry.com:
The Puttering Penis
Las week, late last week,
I went to the theater to listen, raptly,
to the vagina monologuing.
I put my ear down close,
I mean really, really close,
I wanted to hear every spluttering syllable,
I wanted to bite very pulsating enunciation.
I put my other ear down,
I mean really, really down,
I did not wish to miss fondling, aurally,
any climatic sentence even a fragmented one,
preferably a compound one.
Kurt Heintz, has some interesting comments:
Slam Pappy Marc Smith is quoted as saying to the Chicago Sun-Times,"This is a huge one, It will be shocking to everybody and a little disconcerting. That's pretty wild."
Is it true that if you could be arrested for bad poetry he would have been caught years ago?