VARNISH TIM WILLIAMS SEPT. 2014 TONIGHT I FELT EXPOSED OUT THERE MY ILLNESS MADE ME FEEL VULNERABLE, AN OPEN WOUND, A GAPING SORE, A POET STANDING NAKED BEFORE YOU OR MAYBE JUST A FLASHER, A PERVERT IN A PARK. MY FEET ROOTED TO THE SAWDUST STAGE, MY WORDS FOR THE FIRST TIME, TENDER NOT BRASH, ARE BECOMING HOMELESS AS THEY DEPART MY MOUTH AND RUN INTO THE SPOTLIGHT, AND THEN BEYOND AND THEY EVAPORATE INTO THE EVENING AIR. BUT YOU MY AUDIENCE AND YOU MY FRIENDS, YOU SMILED, YOU LOOKED SERIOUS, YOU LAUGHED IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES, YOU HELD TIGHTLY ONTO MY SAFETY NET, YOU APPLAUDED AND GAVE ME STRENGTH. BUT ISNT IT STRANGE WHAT A RAW EXPOSED NERVE YOU ARE WHEN YOU ARE CARRYING AN ILLNESS INSIDE OUT ONTO A SAWDUST STAGE AND THE USUAL LAYERS OF LIFES VARNISH ARE REMOVED.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 08:57:54 +0000
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