Hypnotically
Hypnotically
The Poet spoke his spell of Mind
And killed some
And passed some
And whispered a soul
And hit me... or tried...
'Coz I was busy hitting back
I was writing becauseIhadtonotbecauseIwantedtobecauseIhadto
No, not that way
Not a poet aflame, a poet afraid -
     [Once I strapped on my rollerblades for the third time in my life
      for the first time in a year and as I gained speed down that hill
      that didn't seem so steep a second ago I thought now how is it you
      stop again and as I sped up I had a capital M Moment where the
      world is suspended and thought is king and the world as it exists
      is flying slowly quick up the hill and the fear the selfsame fear
      stands up and demands to be counted with a quite valid point and I
      SLAP THE SHIT out of it and tell it to meet me at the bottom coz
      I was having fun right now and I don't know if it was because it
      was a Moment or the gods love boldness or I was just going so damn
      fast I passed death at the bottom of the hill and coasted to an
      acceptable speed and grinning ear to ear with adrenalin promptly
      do a body flop at 1 mile per hour]
And the pain brings me back to the present and I remember why I brought
  this up in the first place.
Another poet is screaming the words and pulls me along as the first
But this time I have the Moment and part of a poem and I am no longer
Afraid.
And I stand up.
(Well, at least in my mind)
And I flip him two fingers and turn to the audience and the choir and shout
"Can I have an AMEN?"  [FUCK YOU!]
"Can I have an AMEN?"  [FUCK YOU!]
"Can I have an AMEN?"  [FUCK YOU!]
And I grin from ear to ear but
This time I know and
This time I step down
And walk away
(Well, at least in my mind)
Coz I needed the drama.


Thus I kick back, lite an offering to the sky gods
And call So Mote It Be.
And I will live the Moment
And I will give it to you
I will hypnotize.

                                               S.D.  1/26/97