Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Open Mic Nights 10/12

If my words
fall w/o luxury,
does it mean
I am any less
gifted?

If my voice doesn't
hear the
reverb fm call and response,
doesn't step in between the syncopation,
does it mean my writing
garners whispers
rather than silence?

If I can't snap to the
shared beat of yesterday,
w/o waiting for
a rhythm that works,
am I writing with invisible ink?

When I walk away
from the the gleam
of the spotlight
and hide in the
voices that
command more
stage presence,
all you will see
is black. (c)

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