Waffle Irongirl regularly sets out to write poetry in the venerable tradition of Blake and Whitman. But she keeps getting waylaid by strong opinions, her personal cultural context and a genuine fondness for the music of Cold Chisel. The fact she can’t resist the occasional slam just makes things worse. On-stage, she’s the poetical analogue of a heavy metal karaoke. Off-stage she’s vague and freshly introverted, so really, it isn’t you, it’s me.