Sad little poems in a concrete room Posters for groups from before This poem is not shy The words build to fill the space Breaking out of that sad space That place has no space for words Words shouting whispering working Hurting or flirting The feelings that shatter the mind Words that ******* with joy These words are more than Sad little poems in a concrete room
My first and only experience with an open mic, after moving to a new city, was in a back room of a book store. It was a concrete box and the open mic met after a twelve step group. We took turns saying our poems in a circle. The open mics I had been going to were in a private area of a motel. There was music and it felt more like freer space to share. It felt like closer to the idea of an open mic night. I was always terrified, but they were so nice.