Words cascade like flowing lava
Tumbling in a red hot fireglow
Out of a parade of mouths that strain
Implore
Cajole
Inform
Subvert and shock,
Not that anyone here
Shocks easily, this room resists tectonic movement
These poems come crammed full of ideas
Concepts
Inner truths
Self-loathing and
Self-love
These words spill out overflowing
Like a broken levee spilling turgid water onto sodden streets
The more the better
Jam packed
Into impossibly long poems read from a single page
And I think that the font must be pretty fucking small
And their eyesight must be damned sharp
For one page to contain this jambalaya of wordfeast
While what I set down on my pages is sparse and spartan
Graphically arranged
Where phrases and words all need their space
And the space between the spaces informs the composition
While these chatterbox beat fiends fly paper kites in the light of the moon
Powered by the breath of a muse
These poems arrive in rhythmic cadences delivered
Naturally as a vaginal birth
Or pulled protesting from the womb in c-sectioned blood
While dilated irises betray the nervousness and fear
That shake fingers clutching just too tightly to a page
These lines explode over our heads like fireworks on a summer night
Briefly illuminating our dark thoughts and secret places
Synapses firing like bullets over Damascus
Punctuated by gentle heckling and raucous rebel yells
Roaring applause
Snapping fingers
Table thumping
While the red hot stream congeals into rock
A rock that will be mined and crushed and used for
Ornamental landscapes
Driveways
Pathways
Recalling the fluid past when rock was molten
Flowing in tongues of fire from the crater into the night
David Trudel © 2012
And this was amazing. I always love reading your stuff, but this one… Magic.
Wow, Wow, wow. Love the magma imagery.
This was inspired by a local Spoken Word poetry group called Tongues of Fire, hence the imagery.