A click of fingers

 

I have this

recurring dream.

I walk to the stage,

shuffling my pages.

Seems to take ages

but I arrive.

I survey the faces

and with a click of fingers

the lights drop

and it's

just me alone.

An empty room

and a microphone.

 

The words spill forth

like a tidal monsoon.

Flooding the room.

Every nook and cranny

knee deep

in liquid poetry.

Every seat coated

in some

metaphorical fluidity.

I keep the words coming,

now the taps

have been turned on.

The dam is overflowing,

cracks forming

over its grey weathered structure

like the tears

that have rolled down my face.

It starts to rupture

and then it crashes.

Cracks become fissures,

the whole thing smashes.

 

A click of fingers

 

and the lights return.

 

I'm back

here on the stage,

painting word pictures.

A smattering of applause

as I say thank you

and walk into the noise.

 

 

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Kyle