Robin read two poems in the open myk and I read one. It was one (below) that I wrote while waiting for the event to start. As it turned out, I was second on the open myk or this poem might have been longer..... Click the picture to view the video Robin shot with my camera or read the poem below:
Grassroots
Here in the rolling unscrolling cavern
of the Bowery Poetry Club
all pin-lights and iridescence
all waves and splatter.
Here in the crescent moon
art-bearing arch of everything
this chasm in black and brick
of frack and frick
and poets' word-whacked, bic-clicked madness
their voices expanding, concentric, universal
