SPOKEN WORD POET

                                                                             

 

 

 

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!