Beatnik Poetry Slam: Revolution

Today’s Music: Cassandra Wilson – You Move Me
Note On Today’s Music: This might not be to everyones taste (heavy jazz), but man, does she know how to set a mood! Hope you like it.

Dig it, Daddio.

The lights dim as our beatnik poet shuffles across the stage, lime green spotlight highlighting his clove cigarette and Ramones t-shirt (with Jessica Simpsons face decaled over the band members and a tag line “Irony: It’s what’s for dinner” on the bottom).

In the corner, noted South American drummer Cervez Cerveza holds court over a wide array of noisemakers, stainless steel brushes held at the ready.

The first slam “cigarette drag” of the new year. All about *cough* the resolution *wheeze*. And the Revol*hack*ution. *wheezehackcough*.
So lets ge*hackwheezecough*t hip to the scene, cool cats! *wheezecoughcoughcoughhack*
Medic!

*The yellow spot pierces the haze of patchouli to light up our beatnik. Soft greens soften the hulking image of Cervaz*

Revolution

We live together for years
Same old, same old…
tshk tshk
We
cook
tshhhhhhhhh
We
clean
tshhhhhh bang
We
laugh
fwa boom
But trouble lurks beneath.
*maraca rattle*

It starts in the eyes
A tightening, a darkening, a stare
fshhhhhhTOK
Something is not right.

Another night
We undress for bed
ssssstsh
Clothes in the laundry bag gently placed.
The floor clear.
Except
For
My
Socks
ting
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?
BADUM
The revolution has begun.
*shaking rain stick*