I see live people.
by Bianca Bonilla
Look at you. You sit so passively in your comfy chairs. Eyes and minds open like whores; seeking inspiration on open-mic floors.
Loving loose lips tripping
Slipping savvy songs
flipping funny funky facts
Mind-track intact.
Living quick-snap vibes
Inside fanatical bullets of
Vocal artillery shooting from my mind’s 3rd eye.
Let’s lyrically fly
Make that verbal tie
The one who’s shy gets left behind
So let’s scream and shout what we’re all about!
Soothing sunsets cinder in my soul.
Sautee until the morning when I spill cereal on the floor.
Alphabits discombobulated,
then strewn out with molding minds and vivacious vernaculars throwing vivid vibes.
Poetry has my tongue stuck, slipping, back to those loose lips flipping
venturing into violent cries of living artists burning alive!
We ignite our own fire
take ourselves higher.
Because we’re all artists at heart,
’till death do us part.
Foot stomping on beat
Love-maker’s heat
Dirty-dancing, fun romancing
Care-free prancin down imagination lane
Brush strokes laughing
Spray cans sings to creativity’s jamboree.
So let’s be free, get rid of these fleas that permeate of unease.
Get down on your knees and humble yourself please
to what inspiration brings.