If Bill Shatner Would Read My Poems Trekin By At Steelcity Pa Coffeehouse Poem by LaClaire mitchell nzerem

(for all the members of the Mad Poets Society in PA)

if bill shatner read my poems at Steelcity

he would read them so very hipply
my poems would be songs
that (finger snap)
like a '60s' beat nik, they would be what's hap!
(fingersnap, fingersnap, fingersnap, Yeah!)
A jazz singer scatting without a sax
going machine gun, like...rattata tat tat...

Remember friends in college, those far, near or lost,
shouts out to them a round of applause (one handclaps
two, now the crowd goes wild,
round of applause for friends
up in here a while) (handclaps)
And clap for those careers who have not grown
even though they paid off
their student loans...(round of applause)

And for those who manage to hold their heads up high
even though times are tough and they want to cry (round of applause)
for poets and rappers hoping to get discovered,
singers and dancers poets and others, round of applause? !

(a man throws out his hands and spins
a globe on its axis around the world
and back again, like this..
.and all...is relative...
as galleo said, the world goes round inside my head! ?)
my poems would roll on along the
horizons
and string along syllables and metaphors jivin'

and a matter-of-fact
be seriously strong
soar and be fly rhyming all day long
would take on rings
of flesh
in cool dark glasses
face the sun, be fresh
unafraid to take chances
on wings
as mercury did, close to the sun
underground rhythms in coffee houses
runnin on
my poems would live on,
at the break of dawn,
til the sun rises up
and i'm ready....to flow,
sip from
roethkes' creative cup, and go man, go!
Yeah!