Last night I met a real poet. A real live bona fide poet. One who knows how to weave words together the way poets of old did. You know, the ones you studied in high school and college. Where you really have to put yourself in the mind of the poet to understand his meaning. I met him in a café last night. He’s called Joshua. I also know he’s a real bona fide poet cos as soon as he started reading, my mind tuned him out. Oops!