A spotlight shining
down gives significance to my face
and draws attention to the beings among the dark surrounding space.
The microphone
a massive fit within my cotton mouth: my voice amplifies a welcome to the crowd with booming sound.
Too late now,
No turning back I preach my lines with charm
as every beady eye investigates my nervous calm.
Need for alarm; my sweaty palms collapse a desperate grip upon
the silent seated people unresponsive to my drum.
Rising from their seats,
they aim for their retreat-
FINE! turn your back on poetry
don't listen to my speech!
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 10:01 AM UTC
A spotlight shining
down gives significance to my face
and draws attention to the beings among the dark surrounding space.
The microphone
a massive fit within my cotton mouth: my voice amplifies a welcome to the crowd with booming sound.
Too late now,
No turning back I preach my lines with charm
as every beady eye investigates my nervous calm.
Need for alarm; my sweaty palms collapse a desperate grip upon
the silent seated people unresponsive to my drum.
Rising from their seats,
they aim for their retreat-
FINE! turn your back on poetry
don't listen to my speech!
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010