I rode my bike to open mic
to recite my latest poems.
What I did see so surprised me,
an audience full of gnomes!
Gnomes are rough, dare I say tough,
gruff as an audience can be.
So I downed a cup, ****** it up,
channeling the builder in me
I built up layer by layer,
sly-rhymed layer with layer,
board to board, nail by nail, pen, sword,
hammer to grammar with ne’er
a stammer or tangled mic cord.
My long bike ride and coffee glug
page by page by pain, not in vain!
T’was the night, MY night, with delight,
open mic builder in the rain,
that I became me at my best,
when most other poets couldn’t
Snow White poets could but shouldn’t,
maybe know they know they wouldn’t
have a gnome’s prayer.
Open mic test, me at my best,
A builder and a poet oh so blessed
The Legendary Gnome Poem Slayer!
> As published in The Pennsylvania Poet's Society magazine, PENNESSENCE