Ladies and gents-
Tomorrow night, Friday February 13th, I will be slamming at Busboys and Poets (on 14th between U and V) at 11pm (I'll be there at 10pm to sign up and 10:30 is a good time to get there to ensure a seat). Mostly giving my friend Natalie Illum a little friendly competition before she heads out to her second bout of Women of the World (WOW) slam in Detroit.
Don't worry. She'll kick my ass.
2.09.2009
Spoken Word.
Break me open with your words
Capture the flame in your mouth
Spit it out like a dragon
Cremate me
Burn me with your verse so I can
squish the word on your tongue
Before you lick me with it
I want to be licked
Like a child’s first carnival ride
Spinning like tires on dark concrete
It’s summer in the city in February
Drum beats bass life around the park and I want you
to whisper what this means
Always lost in this place between cerebellum and saliva
Shape it for me.
Craft the warm air and cigarette ash and perceived timelessness
Of this afternoon
Into tangible
Let it well up in my throat so I will remember to
choke on this memory later.
I need your dragon flames and carnival rides
Your cracked lenses and chipped voice
Inching on taste buds
Like hips creeping up to drum beats
I need something that tastes more alive for a change.
So break me
Don’t be afraid of what might thump from your chest
I’ve swum with mermaids in tar lagoons and
picked saccharin from the teeth of small children
Don’t let the prison of spit be your excuse
Don’t excuse the candidness of voice with apology
Set it free
Bring us closer to understanding
with iron cast words
and apologies
Cremate me
Beat me like drums
Give me a reason to want
To return to dust.
2.04.2009
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