for the slam

yeah, so it's open mic
tonight;

i chose the title
before
i began to write,
and i refuse to correct
that for your sake -

for your sake,
i refuse to be correct.


i've yet to do this,
to be in front of whoever
is in front of me
and dance linguistically

in a pattern
i hope
resembles poetry.


you slammers,
you onlookers,
you like and unlike me:

will i ever get it across?
my soul screams
through my eyes
so desperately.

i am you.
i love you.
stop hating me.

you are me,
i do see what
our soul
cries through you

whispers through you
damns through you
blesses through you

oh!
So poignantly!


we share our role
as products of
this system
we create and sustain.

we share this role as mountains ground to pebbles ground to sand compressed into sheets compressed into rocks melted thrust up - into mountains

we share this role as mountains
ground to pebbles
ground to sand
compressed into sheets
compressed into rocks
melted
thrust up -
into mountains

amongst mountains

you see me see you see me.
introduce your self to(o)
my self
i'm not kidding;
i'm me.
am you.
are me.

it's not over
we're the ones
robbing fate

of promise
of possibility.

and i won't say a word,
because this is
a safe way to be -
not copping out,
just available
for you to see
it is through me
you'll find the wilderness

of your very own Self.