I went to a poetry reading last night at SweetWater Cafe in Ann Arbor. Open mic… I read two poems. Wahoo. And enjoyed the poetry of 10 others.. And the guest poet is an incredibly gifted wordsmith named, Jamaal May. Google him… I felt inspired and excited to be in the presence of his being and his words. He can do the ‘slam’ thing like nobodies business. yeowza. I might.. and I repeat… I might give the memorizing thing a try cause performing poetry gives it so much juice and thrill. Even a Geezer Girl might beable to pull it off.
SLAM
I wanna slam it. I wanna slam it like
a door needs closing on the ass of a
lover gone rogue, or the stench of septic
yesterdays, or slam it on the goodbyes
that need sayin’ again in the one more
time I mean it sorta way.
or maybe
slam the book on it to give dramatic
emphasis. Slam bam thank you mame
Thank you for letting me vent on that door
That barrier, that separator between spaces
So I can call back my privacy for a time
Or maybe
Sometime in the quiet way like the tender
close of a door to not wake the baby or the
whisper soft kiss of good morning
needs a quiet exit cause love needs more
dream time. Dream time to savor all
that sweetness behind the bedroom door
I wanna slam it like words that need sayin’
Out-loud and proud to be said. No barriers
in the way or doors to get closed hard and fast
to keep life away when life needs to be said
Live it loud and soft in the however the slams
gets delivered to you unexpectedly
and maybe
Once in awhile cause the need is great
I’ll slam the door on you cause I’m lost
for words and need some time to gather myself
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