it was just like...
high school. i swear. i havent been in that type of atmosphere -- since i last promised myself not to go to another open mic in new york city. this time - it was less bothersome than before. but then, i situated myself away from the loud, abruptness that causes poets egos to collide.
i also guided myself out after around 1020pm, as amari had saxophone class this morning and besides - i had the chance to talk to those important to me. those that fell in love with poetry for the poetry not the light. last nite was one of those nights where everything and everyone was on stage - even if the mic had yet to turn on. the fishbowl effect can have that on people.
make them show out when they think they are being watched. make them perform and holler and gasp and overeact and overeact and twinkle. twinkle like the popular kids did in high school - when most of them were laughed at, ignored and mistreated. now - they are the popular kids. melvin van peebles told me in an interview "if given the chance, the oppressed will follow the steps of its oppressor."
bklyn showers lookin' for a piece of blue sky