Lucubrations by Paul Goodspeed

Lucubrations

by Paul Goodspeed

 

It begins with background chatter crackling like a comfortable fire on a cold night

And home-baked bread that tastes like hospitality, sweeter than hand-harvested honey

Then she steps up to the mic and reels us in, collecting the scatter and quelling the chatter

And despite quirky quips called out with a smile, the program commences

 

With each song I float away on angelic acoustic music

Each lyric carefully carved with exquisite care

Each song its own path to profundity

 

**** Thomas Aquinas by Gina Zuccaro

 An Irreverent poetic tribute to Thomas Aquinas from the Open Mic in December 2016

 

 

Kemi Alabi: On Interrogating the Statues of Dead Men


On Interrogating the Statues of Dead Men

Abandon All Ships.

 

Standing at the edge of the world

The waves flowing over the side

Into impending nothingness.

Take one last breath.

 

We sailed away from the shoreline

Raised the anchor

Strove forth like valiant youth we were

And funny now how we are knocking on heaven's door.

 

Captain, Captain!

Before the sail breaks!
Hold fast.

At The Gates Of Hell

 

So yea,

I found myself standing at the gates of hell.

I guess thats what happens when you give your ticket back.

Oh well. I'll live in hell. I'd rather be in my Hell than in this good.

 

Its precisely the good I can't enjoy,

Thus, Hell is preferable to Heaven.

He stood behind me, shaking his head.

Wrapped in his hoodie like me, with a hole through his chest.