next poetry reading
August 22, 2006 at 5:13 pm | Posted in Poems n Poetry | Leave a commentI’ll walk up to the stage
with a belly
full of poems,
blow smoke from my nostrils
and stare into
the grey abyss
of words
watching the people
stare a silent hole
right into me
from their crazy dimentia,
holding that microphone
in my hand
like an all consuming
heartache
and I’ll wax political
nightmares
straight into jaded souls,
stealing the hearts
of every pretty poetess
with an ounce of love
for sideburn innuendo,
decrying love as nothing
but egotistical ramblings
of conscience,
while my bald head shines
in the spotlight,
while my cigarette
wastes precious seconds away,
while my coffee
turns to stone
and I burn with desire
contemplating
my
next
move.
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