Description: This is the second draft of a Spoken word poem. The line breaks are a rough guide to the way it's read. I'm tall and I have a deep (James Earl Jones... The White Guy, at your service) voice so stand up tall and try and get pissed if you bother to read it out-loud.
Spoken word poems aretheonly ones that I write that are subject to rewrites, and often get mangled my mne in theprocess. Input is appericated.
Maybe, or Maybe not... -------------------------------------------
For soft!
what light through yon
window breaks
tis a big fucking rock
and I threw it
to draw you in
capture
your attention
create
you for an instant
casting
in a mold created
from shared expectations
and belief
I am the reincarnation
of all the guys on that
committee that set out to create a horse
and came up
with the camel instead
We all got fired you know...
But at least we tried
at least we
created something...
Which brings me
around
to blank stares
and a whiff of
what the fuck is this guy talking about
impolite whispers
and a rising cry of cheese from the peanut gallery
Maybe
did you think
thats what I wanted
that the whole point
was to prove I own you
that I can
control you
even with something
you hate
or maybe
not
Maybe
you have found some deep meaning
that none of us will catch
none of us will know
until I'm dead
and future academics dissect my work
to assign arbitrary value
where there is none
or maybe
not
(either way I found
the key
to the box
your button is in)
Maybe
In the end there will some
bizarre hitchcock meets poe
plot twist and it'll turn out
that my obsession to
create YOU
is the device of someone
greater still and that I
myself am a tool
'For soft! what light through yon window breaks tis a big [censored] rock and I threw it'
I loved that. For some reason I wasn't really confused (and I am easily confused) it all came through in the end for this particular if it is read for FEELING and not CLARITY, in the clarity department, I guess it sucks. i like the dissection 'plot', it makes me think of frankenstein.
although I have yet to find my courage to share my own workout loud, I have always admired those that do spoken word... the only advise I have is to incorporate punctuatioon when writing it foor others to read.....
Submission Name: Maybe, or Maybe not...
