Tag Archives: Beatnik Poetry Slam

Beatnik Poetry Slam – Infinite Mystery

Today’s Music: Tony Bennet & Diana Krall – I’ve Got The World On A String

Note – Tonight’s Beatnik Poetry Slam ans nothing to do with Lynne at Free Penny Press who is hosting take-it-to-the-street-poetry.
Because Beats don’t join clubs like that.
Unless there’s dark coffee.
And angst.

A black curtain, speckled with bright white LEDs
Drummer Moe Green with the brushes plays the Hi Hat (Ka-Tshhhh) under a dark blue backlight.

A warm pinpoint spot slowly widens on the black-turtle necked torso of El Guapo, clove cigarette dangling languidly from his lips, mirrored Wayfarers reflecting the infinity of space…

Like jewels
Glimmering in deepest darkest dirt
I blink
rocket past a star.
illuminate my pores
orbit near and far
(exhale of smoke scents the room with clove)

The universe
asks me who what I want
in darkness and in light
My answer
echoes out beyond.
Is there any booze
available on this flight?

(Fast tattoo on the Hi Hat)

Aaaand fade…

*Note – El Guapo does not condone the use of turtlenecks or clove cigarettes. Ray Ban Wayfarers, however, are just plain cool.

Beatnik Poetry Slam – Control

Today’s Music: Sonny and Cher – The Beat Goes On
Days Til Spring: 66

Dark stage, single pinpoint spot, slowly widening…
You could have my heart
If you hadn’t taken it already
*snap snap*
You can walk my path
*clap clap*
straight, true and steady
You can take all I own
*swirls drink*
word and song
*puts on Ray Bans*
If it feels so right
*soft whistle*
it can’t be wrong
*adjusts beret*
Do what you do
*long exhale*
in any shape form or kind
*cigarette drag*
but I just have to tell you,
*steely glare*
the remote control is MINE.

Dig it.

Yeah man...

Beatnik Poetry Slam – Regret

Today’s Music: Mongo and Loyd Daddyo- Java Hot


The place we shared is empty.
You said you won’t come back.
You said that I am just as bad
As every Tom, and Dick and Jack

You said I went from good to bad
From bad to worse to worst,
But I thought we’d be together
To the last, as from the first.

You cried and yelled,
And pushed and railed,
But still I would not change.

I guess I did it to myself,
Though still I find it strange

And now I’m here all by myself
My heart left ripped and beat

If only I could have remembered then
To put down the toilet seat.

Yeah, man