Some Words Will Open Microphones by Sam Flot

Some Words Will Open Microphones

Spark a ride to the other tide

Receptive to tough and to tender

Eccentric mystics

Playing music in concentric mosaics 

Ripping and tearing the notes

Through the ever-continuum nightsky

Flying full of the effervescent flow of colors

Flowing all over, all around, everybody’s a primary!

Even the secondaries should get to be primary

Once in a while, twice in a while

Mark that tide when you took the ride

Perceptive against too rough or to render it into

Words speak spoken riding on the topical current

Drifting through the vapors surrounding the other poets

Listening at varying levels of completely

Some still pay full attention

Some drift off like in detention

Writing down riffs off all the pretension

Some are rifling through all their folders and notebooks

Trying to find their very own howling screed unscrolled

Their if/perchance holy goof unveiled full force

With a double-shot americano and some real jazz

Which will house

The eccentric mystic prophet of a spirit and

Some words will open microphones

Split like a Sunday

With a five-hour drive home

Before the tide gets too high

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2.8.2016