Act III
There’s nothing like that moment of silence, every eye on me, when even the beer shuts up for a minute.
They came to hear the band, not the poetry, but I’m who they are going to remember.
Not because I’m better than the band.
The band’s pretty awesome- great drummer
Because I’m going to give them something they never expected.
I remember this feeling, every time I start writing.
I remember opening my mouth and giving them a poetry that matched their energy and interests.
Every time my words come out my mouth or my fingers, I pull that knowledge with it.
People walk into our words, our stories, and expect the safe path, the gentle path through the woods.
I respect that.
I will not lead you on path that will betray your trust, not take you to the other side.
But I’ll show you a woods you might not have seen, a view from the trees, not the road.
Are you entertained?
A view from the trees
Act I is here. Act II is here.
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