Do Not Go To Open Mic Night

She rings honey around her ears
to attract fragments of dialogue
Peels paper skins off whispers
to suck out sweet ideas
Hides a paring knife beneath her tongue
to slice adjectives from nouns
Rolls the crushed fragrance of sentences
to smoke and inhale the essence

She is a scam word grifter

The hint of her finger’s touch
can lift a poem out of the ether
swindle away its metaphors
into  hidden pockets of her memory

She is a sharp in search of flats

Master of the short con sleight of mind

Put her name first on the signup sheet

Maker her sweat for every word put on paper

 

Copyright 2019

 

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