#audition
My eyes blank stared into nowhere
You casually fixed yours on me
I have been crushing on you
Still try keeping it low-key
I’ve loved your pretty tan skin
You casually complimented me
We sat right next to each other
I was breathing silently
I’m not the most secured person
You casually lean towards me
We were suddenly a step closer,
I’m more comfortable with me
I’ve seen your world as an outsider
While you laugh and cry and sing
Now I get why you’re an actor
So casually you’re radiating
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
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i can just imagine how things would
end up, me being a little more than
hesitant to even consider vocalizing
myself "Live" to dozens of listeners
—_me_—
starting out on a platform in some school
gymnasium just a short million miles away
from the safety of my writing cubical deep
inside a worm hole underneath my domicile
im sure that a few in the crowd will wonder
what this _thing_ is doing there, my thin, shaky
form walking erratically to center stage with a
tablet in one hand and a cup of water in the other—
well, it could be *****
the microphone will be way too big for
what little i have to say, commencing
with an unsteady vocal that many will find
indistinguishable from man or woman,
the rhythm should get better after the first
of several stanzas, but i will have already
spotted the ombudsman standing near the
emergency exit listening in—
just as i feared,
_and as our eyes meet, his expectation
of structure and rigidity will boil me
down to the hardwood floor, reducing
me to the basic size of a Cornish hen,
spun lengthwise upon his rotisserie,
roasting away as a smoldering torso
from his slow hand-cranked rotations
over the campfire which he will light his
cigarettes from, leaving me choking
from the smoke of his evaluations
as i drip into the cinders and
evaporate along with most
of my self ~esteem.._
i realize that he'll just be some ghost
that has haunted my every attempt
at simple boldness,
but i know he is gonna be right there
if i ever climb up to laser like stares
and the wide-open ~hears~ of
kindred poets and curious ears,
an easy fellow to pick out—
he will be the one
holding my neck
in his hands...
s jones
2008-2020
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
Sell my fortune for this,
hedge my bets and trim the hedgerows,
turn the corner of my hearthstone
find myself neat and low.
Nice and steady, but ready.
For something broader,
something deeper and more meaningful
meaning I have to try harder
and not just idle out and auction off all of my clothes
I don't feel like washing at all.
I get that feeling often.
My attempts at causation may have caused concern,
but I've found you cannot have something to prove
without having something to learn,
that's why every day I die and come back to life.
breath new life, trifle with new strife.
keep kicking until I get kicked out myself.
isn't that what this life is all about?
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
I walked in on shaking legs
Hurry away my mind begs
But I decide to leap
Wishing I was sound asleep
Like that last step in the dark
Go ahead do it from the heart
I quietly begin my song,
With luck it will not last too long
After a slow beginning I grow and grow
I smile and soon somehow I know
Their faces are warm like a hot cup of tea
I know they see the improvement in me
They applaud and they smile
Now it’s time to wait for a while
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
over analysis
of unexpected poetry
pretty words on a pretty page on a pretty day
****
i climbed the tree because it was there
and because i need a classical role on my resume
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Volunteers, PSGs, Staffs
Executive Directors
And higher task allocators.
People pass by
Mic's were off
Facade was the banner of hope.
Voices all over the provinces
All with the same goal
Rightly urged with own reasons.
Two faces were present
Painted with grimace
Or with broaden smiles.
*The screening was stern and severe
Camera rolls on with Level 2
"Next," "Give me another song"
The voice sounds no roughs of plead
A voice pushing rivals
To their very own frontiers
I was startled
So this is how they do it
Selection, great screenings
There're expectators
There're hope hurtles
Dreams will sooner be pulled of.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Saturday afternoon: She came over for the audition. She was wearing a black leather mini, black blouse, black fish net stockings and black high heels. She was hot. So was I...She told me to get on my knees and look under her shirt. Her perfectly shaved ***** greeted me, followed by her flat stomach and bra-less breast. I couldn't resist - I reached up, grabbed her, and throw her on the couch. I wanted to **** her right there but, she stopped me. She said that she wanted to touch it first. That, she loved touching her ***** after it's shaved- the friction of flesh rubbing against flesh, the sensation, made her *** harder. She said she wanted me to shave her the next time - so I can watch her *** the help her wash everything off. She says a lot of things... After all, its only an audition
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC