introductions

(to be spoken)

i am Not

a speaker

i'm a reader, i'm a writer

i'm a listener and a healer

but i am Not

a speaker, nor reciter

it's not my place, not my pace

not me.

However--

how else am i to commune

with you, when i have words

and all you've got is time?

how are we

to share holiness, experience unless

communicated--Christ used

cheap crackers and wine--

and it's still real, it's still communion.

so too i will speak,

though i'm no speaker if

you, my hearers, listen.

November '09

I played a show with Peace at which every other artist was performing the spoken word, and realized most people read their poetry aloud.  I don't.  I don't really fathom anyone reading my poetry aloud: it's written to be read with a cigarette and a glass of scotch.  But I'm interested in getting out more, and I'm interested in all facets of poetic expression, so--this is my excuse for being so disappointingly flat when read aloud.