Beatnik Poetry Slam: Covered

Today’s Music: Gerry Mulligan – Soft Shoe

“Welcome to the fall season of Beatnik Poetry Slam. As a reminder, please, no cell phone calls during the slam. Though really, when was the last time anyone used a cell phone to make a call? Seriously, of all the features on my phone, the calling one is probably used least next to- What? Oh, sorry…
Anyone, welcome, and we hope you enjoy.”

Luciano Lovetro strides to the stage in his red crushed velvet smoking jacket and takes his place next to the acoustic-electric rainstick.

El Guapo mounts the dais. The smoke from his clove cigarette loops around the twirled ends of his chai-tea scented mustachio. He slides his Ray Ban Wayfarers to the tip of his nose and begins.

The eyes and ‘stache of a poet.
A strange, strange poet.

Bodies
lie on the battlefield.
*shkkkkkkkk*
The wind
blows over them both.
*shshshshshshsh*
One shivers
naked
unprotected
abandoned.
*shk-k-k-k*
His pale hand reaches out
searching
questing.
*shwiahhhhhhshwwww*
He finds
the edge
the thread
the corner
*shkahshwk*
And
*shhhhwwwwww*
Yanks.
*SHKAW*
The blankets now covers them both.
*shwkshwkshwk*
But the battle has just begun.
*shhhhhhh*