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somewhere in silver lake |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Large, lifeless stars hung from the ceiling By wire, twirling slightly with the fan. As I sat down in the realm of the audience, I quickly found out how the stars had died. The poor things -- blown by and absorbing tired breath Of performers of such rambling length. Comedy about sex, Unsubtle guitars struck, Drowning out the traffic on Sunset. There was a smattering of talent; If you could ignore the moderator,. Speaking with vibe -- f___ the system, right? Hypocrite reply: "I can only allow four poets. You can't read tonight." After picking the third ant off my arm Resting against a cushion the color of paint-swallowed vomit, I stood up to her, made her face me instead of the cash register, And asked if I could just read one poem; One minute, only. "No. I can't show favoritism," she said as if it made sense As the next performer went well over the six-minute line. So, after my friend was done, I left a sliding trail Of poetic license on the door. Marking the place for other lambs to stay away. (as if it matters anyway) |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Wow, I could see it all happening! Great job here! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I quickly found out how the stars had died. The poor things -- blown by and absorbing tired breath ------------- I stood up to her, made her face me instead of the cash register, And asked if I could just read one poem; One minute, only. "No. I can't show favoritism," she said as if it made sense ----------------- So, after my friend was done, I left a sliding trail Of poetic license on the door. Marking the place for other lambs to stay away. (as if it matters anyway) ---------------- oh...it matters...trust me...it matters.*smile* man, your just so good at this... I can feel your emotions... and see the club...like I was there... and again heres another poem so heavily influenced by your world...but written so well...it puts someone like me, who's never tasted it...right at the bar sipping it. ...it matters.  cool poem BSQ... later, jm/bs |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
ESPJM/BS, Glad you enjoyed. Trust me though; it was no fun at all. Mike |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Bsquirrel, Enjoyed the read. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Gosh, I know that this is so close to where I live, Silverlake...one of my first loves lived there...really enjoyed your poem, especially the last three lines! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Seymour, Also glad you enjoyed. Now that a day has gone by, this seems surreal -- but I was pretty much racing all the way home after it happened. What a byatch. Martie, My condolences (sp?). j/k Mike [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 05-04-2000).] |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
it made me remember a time when i heard the shouting poet, you are brave to want to stand in front. i was satisfied by the walk of the words, i could feel myself in the crowd, though i would try not to kill the stars. kindly, redheart angrybraids |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
angrybraids, I was going to let this thread finally die out, but I just HAD to respond. Damn, I love that name! And glad you enjoyed.Mike |
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