next poetry reading

August 22, 2006 at 5:13 pm | Posted in Poems n Poetry | Leave a comment

I’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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