From Whence it Came

From Whence It Came
(a wv country boy attempts a slam poem)

If I read another poem about poetry, I will puke.
And not a polite “that did not agree with me” puke,
but an on my knees, sweating, gut-wrenching,
stomach-empting, crying for death, too may shots of Cuervo puking.

How did poetry get jacked by academia?
The voice of resistance, the word of truth,
the lovers lie, the story-tellers craft
being held captive in an Ivory tower.

We are on the attack, led by Nuyorican poets
and other honest voices of streets and mountains
Following a path blazed by Bukowski,
returning art to its birth.

We will not be ignored
as you slam on slam
But we are returning poetry
to ourselves.

Common folk, common poets
with our story to share, searching,
struggling, failing, hurting, dying,
and dreaming of expressing it all.