Long hair blows
And so does the air
from the bags of his cheeks
Shallow
The Deeper bellows
Of lungs
Don't deserve
Any credit
Depths are then given free
Thank God.
Deep poetry drips
Off her lips like it was nothing
But its too deep
To be nothing
Because I'm drowning in it.
Algorithms dance in my mind
How she uses the imagery like
A mathematician uses scientific
Notation to mark his thoughts.
We are never just the words
We are our cadences
Our pronunciations
And the rhythms of our breaths
As we read.
We are the clothes
And the hair
And the props
Or lack thereof.
We are the audience
Who lends its energy
And its temper
To the atmosphere
We breathe in like
The smoke of a dive bar
We find comfort in its
Milky haze,
So familiar
We hardly know its there.
When you leave the room
Before the end of the first round
Because you've come to say
What you wanted to
You missed the point of poetry
at the Mercury Cafe.
Those they left behind
Forgive them
Their ignorance,
Even if they would have
never given the same.
We are a family,
And that's what families
Do.
