I rarely do preamble but feel the need here.
Our poetry night moved venue a month back, and in so doing we moved to a function room that the pub owners had named and decorated as 'the spectacle'.
So what I hear you ask?
I wanted to write something with that title in mind. In so doing I came up wth the idea of a poet in the audience - as yet unheard, becoming the greatest performance poet of all time. A kick ass killer poet that everyone looked upto, wished to be or wanted to fcu* :)
Anyway here is what transpired;
I welcome you to the spectacle, the sin and the sex of you
the style and the zest of you, the very soul and step of you.
On this stage, 'You' are the exhibit we come to inspect,
a body of evidence - a crime most suspect
You're ‘THE’ performer, a political informer, an opinion maker
mover and shaker. Gravitas is your vocal tone
you've got God's ear, he's on your iphone!
Principled and hysterical a master of the metrical
a blasphemous charmer able to disarm ya...
You're perfect judgement,
Dizzy Gillespie on the trumpet - Flyin high.
You're - the most powerful word.
The elegance of birds
silhouette against the sky.
No eulogy would be fit for you
no time could express the true,
scale of all your worth.
By comparison we are empty
In you we find the land of plenty,
you're Mohammed and the mountain
the golden coin and silver fountain,
you're the answer and the question
the answered prayer –
and true confession.
You're Jim Morrison, sex on fire
the killer image we all desire!
We consider you dangerous
a weapon that can change in us -
the way we think!
Think cancer's bad, you're sicker
you're an earthquake that's off the richter!
You're ‘the spectacle’.