This last semester at school I took a slam poetry class, This is one of the pieces that I performed at the Slam!
This is to Walt Whitman charged with assault to a bag boy and you know ‘what price banana’ so stop asking me ‘what price banana?’
To Allen Ginsberg charged with trying to be like Walt Whitman and being an unreliable narrator
Shakespeare thou is charged of slander of thy heavy mothers womb (taken from Henry III)
Edgar Allen Poe charged with giving people night terrors about a bird
My words turn to bullets
My mouth the gun
That is loaded with tragedy,
Conflict and irony all in one
My pistol paints poets blood
Across the hard wood wall
My poetic license cuts deep
Like a samurai sword
To allude to alliteration
In the mystic of metaphor
I wrote an Ode to the Elegy filled with
Epic amount of Blank Verses
Speaking in lyric, speaking rhyme
Tearing lines and stanzas apart till it hurts
The edge of my comma breaks
Verbs and phrases in half
My modifiers meltdown
To your inner sanctum
My clauses are true, my dashes straight
An I still can’t be shaken
My similes are similar
My imagery is imaginative
You better swallow a whole lot of sonnets
Before you come talk to me
Your ballad looks like a bucket of
Mixed meter and broken themes
Your rhyme scheme is to free
Its just A B A B C
Illuminating amount of illiterate
And shitty attempts at satire
Who is the punk?
Defying punctuation
You better read your Dr. Seuss
Before you step on my shoes
When double meanings are abused
All these words are confused
And to some it’s to reveal you most inner love
Or to rearrange emotions to equate to hate
When all along no matter what you heard
It was the power of the word
