"llegal" poems
brady’s cafe
i’m doing a reading at kent state
got an interminably long wait to get on
protesters outside provoke the cops
about an after nine noise pollution law
they bang bongos and march through
the cafe
disrupting the readings
chanting
“noise is illegal noise is llegal.”
i am getting nerve racked and edgy
so i drink port from disguised juice bottle
we smoke a joint
the time drags and i get
somewhat drunk-my face a fiery blush
but no longer feel the thump of my heart
somewhere up in my neck
it’s round midnight
we smoke another
and suddenly i’m on
i totter up grabbing chairs for leverage
the crowd receptive to my words
never knew my mental anguish
or saw the slight in my left knee.
ana christy from beatnik blues
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC