performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Lost and Found
A man wanders through a desert, paying no heed to the ephemeral path his footsteps etch in the sands. He walks without seeing, for he steps without looking. He despairs to discover the truth: that he is all alone in this world, and that there is not the smallest drop of compassion available to quench his roaring thirst. So desiccated is his soul that, were he to stumble upon the waters of life amidst his circles beneath the stars, he would perhaps mistake them for yet another mirage and pay them no mind. How did he get here? Such things are long since lost to him, hidden behind the veil of forgetfulness which protects him from the part he played in making this mess.
By Insinq Datum2 years ago in Poets
Anger and Going Home - rendition
May 20 2024 10:41pm I am inside the freezer. A home to babies and corpses and a napkin I used months ago. I’m uncomfortable. I’m upset because the bends of my knees feel like some sort of desperate amalgamation of part and tide. Separation doesn’t cure heat sensitivity and a street lamp won’t stress injustice, but they say he knows what he’s doing. He only looks between the rods when our teeth turn brown, so we assemble lasting links and pretend our bodies can survive off of one another. All of this to say, my hunger cannot be given to you, my mother cannot nurse you to sleep, and ziplock bags cannot keep these temperatures livable. You have to find a hand to hold and scrape the plaque off your teeth with the tongue that God gave you.
By Olivia Dodge2 years ago in Poets
