Open Mike
A place hung out at once a weekWhere words are written- there to speak
Unto a gathering replete with students
Standing on their feet
To offer what’s been said or thought
About a certain war we fought
Or just a page or two on love
Or how we just can’t get enough of sex
Or truth or inner peace
Through one’s impassioned press release
Off pages and from memory
Each tapestry of poetry
Anointing lips with sanity
Born out of one’s diversity
Through pure synaptic alchemy
To rest upon each knowing brow
Like trenches wrinkling the now
But not forgot by kindred types
Who need to share another’s prayers
And gripes and hopes and songs unsung
Until this night when everyone may listen
To their heart’s content
To what each missionary sent
Beyond the walls of apathy
Where Spirit-filled intensity erupts
Amidst the scrutiny of think tank homeopathy
And cattle call auditioning
Designed for intense listening
To those who test the outer limits
Restrained to last a mere five minutes
John Christopher
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