Spoken Word Poet
I will speak to you now with my
tongue
And my voice will travel so
deliberate upon the air
Pregnant with pause and with much
emphasis
Grounding you in its truth and
rugged beauty.
Emotive will be the word spun
Unspinning everything, you and I
being creatures
Daily undone, there on the spinning
axis
Of the world where we breathe.
There on the plaintive table of the
need of Others
These days so violent these days so
Strange,
Strangely otherly we face the new
order
That is coming. Can you feel it in
my words?
Can you feel it in my needs
Which I accentuate to you in this film
of breath,
The emotive words that fall like
snow
Only to melt upon your frozen skin?
For I am all literal, literally so
Yours,
That my emotion must contain the
words
Velvet felt and whose feltness
feeling
Is so fleetingly, eventless!
O to have a metaphor in my naked
raw limb
One that I could conger hunger
In order to distance you from such
depth of
Emotion and feeling!
Such is the voice of its colour
Rose and salt smoked as an Iberico
ham,
Though you needn’t filter through
me
When I scream a scam!
