Slam

I have some great artwork

Big epic paintings

Sculpture

Some hanging and some standing

Now I have the memory

Of art presented

Ephemerally

One shot one time

Now

And it resonates

So well

Echoes

Of old Bill

Intimations of social consciousness

Angry young women

Angry young men

Grooving on Coltrane

Channeling the Bohemians

Taking the voice of the street

To the street

Challenging beliefs

Spreading the grief

Rhythm

Rhyme

Textured lines

A sense of standing

Outside of time

Solidly retro looking back at Kerouac

In the moment

Now

Remembering the girl behind the counter

As a kid at a birthday party

A moment found long years ago

Come on, don’t get me started

Tonight don’t stretch

It snaps

Like the smattering of accolades

Finger snaps

Hurray

To all

To the best let’s applaud

By snapping

Fingers in the night

 

David Trudel     ©  2012

 

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2 responses to “Slam

  1. Good slam in Victoria then? Glad you got to hear it. Always inspiring and intoxicating to listen/interact with living, vital spoken word!

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