9/07/2012

How to Start an Open Mic Night

Long slender fingers pluck a book of matches from a glass vase. The other hand, which has another set of long slender fingers, enacts a complex dance which shakes cigarettes/ opens the box of cigarettes/ slips a single away from its partners/ held by a kiss. The hand with the book of matches knows a single chapter can open the fumes well enough to envelop the nostrils and mind, but goes along with the credo "nothing exceeds like excess". Therefore, the book as a whole becomes 451 to set the scene as a return to beatnik sophistication, the square requiring the knees to flex, to propel the Sosa Black up to the square, all to check the microphone so she/we/I/they/you/he can begin.


Pomegranate sweetness enraptures my past
Infrared lenses scan what is known to not have me gasp
Love aligns my senses to another and laughs 
Laughs like the child who discovers nerves can bring a joy that lasts
A remembrance; her fingers tap on my toes, counting motions 
I am confused; don't know the standard count of my emotions 
She is intrigued; sits on my lap facing me, still tapping my toes 
I am amused; smiles and laughter closed that chapter 
Propelled to another height another level another age
Where the walking covered miles and fathoms
At minutes and moments crestfallen as hostage to phantoms 
Until God and self paid ransom plus interest on my soul's wage 
A bidding war for my metaphors, these phrases whittled from the bark 
Skin cells held as prisoner the potential, accustomed to staying in the dark 
It shouldn't be dependent on the right price, but the right price 
Involved no money but what was it worth to live the life right 
Trail mix and running shoes Chex mix and New Balance 
Fuel the journey to the place where I present my talents 
A sphere hovering above a square who presents a portrait 
The introduction is mutual thank you're welcome let's go then