Open Mic

By Sean Mc Shane


Standing in side shadows, I was given my cue, when the guitarist played
an acoustic version of Gloria, slow, with the chords kinda frayed 
as I swayed, swaggered and strutted into the dim spotlight of the stage
tellin' myself I'm just an organic prison of wicked words, time to open the cage
with rage to push it all out and time to thank God I'm this wasted
there's a punk chaos in the air, hangin' thick, I can't wait to taste it
from another pasted audience, so diverse, both good and bad
elements of dark daydreams and wet nightmares that drove me mad
and sad, like so many Song-Babes before her, Gloria was dragged out
when she slowly spreads her melodic legs, again, to carry the words I shout
to the semi-settled spectating freak shows, a strange silence seemed to hold them
when I grabbed the mic like a bottle and gave no warning when I told them . . . 

                                           " Gloria's not comin'. . . 

                                              another dark discovery  
                                              with no recovery
                                              nothing to say
                                              just fade away
                                              questions will come
                                              most of them dumb
                                              playin' me out
                                              leave it in doubt
                                              damaged and dark
                                              I'm on my mark
                                              get ready - get set 
                                              choke on regret
                                              wonderful mystery
                                              forged history
                                              crash 'n burn
                                              live 'n never learn 

                                              I said she's not comin'  . . . "

The guitarist wound down as the audience rose up in a roar and did their thing
I was pelted with beer cans,  food and whatever else the back rows could fling
the front rows sprayed me with various liquids and launched a barrage of spit
standin' there covered in their trash and noise knowing . . .  they really dig my shit











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Copyright 2012 Sean Mc Shane
Published on Friday, November 2, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

well, it's better than the poem about toenail clippings
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  • Magdalena On Saturday, November 3, 2012, Magdalena (784)By person wrote:

    You write some great tales Sean with such vivid imagery that brings it to life. Great write. :)

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, November 3, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (646)By person wrote:

    Thanks M, I'm really glad ya like it. Way cool. Til then -

  • FadedBlues On Saturday, November 3, 2012, FadedBlues (2938)By person wrote:

    ...that is a dangerous room. you're lucky those zombies didn't have a taste for marinated Poet...

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, November 3, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (646)By person wrote:

    Thanks 'Blues, and yeah a punk audience is definitely it's own entity. If you're covered in spit by the end of whatever ya did, you did it well. Cool. Later -

  • dwells On Saturday, November 3, 2012, dwells (5703)By person wrote:

    Sounds like a tough crowd! I told my wife today that I should read some of my poetry at the retirement home that we just moved her mom into yesterday. It would be a welcome break from the show tunes that are always being sung by the Broadway wannbees, circa 1960. Wifey told me I only had about 8 in my repetoire of 300+ that might be suitable. Oh well, let's just relax and hear another rendition of "Mame". This was great Sean, sorry for the soliloquy, cheers!

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, November 3, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (646)By person wrote:

    Thanks d, and if I were you I'd take the other 282 works down there and cut loose. Nothin' better than a senior riot. It's like watching a real one, but in super slow mo. Cool. Later -

  • Alchemist On Friday, November 2, 2012, Alchemist (860)By person wrote:

    Great write bro and hopefully Dev isn't a tease I'm gonna meet up with her one day and make her own up to all her kinky talk.

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, November 3, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (646)By person wrote:

    Thanks Al, I'm glad ya like the write. And yes, that thought's crossed my mind too. Cool. Thanks again. Later -

  • Devilish On Friday, November 2, 2012, Devilish (3758)By person wrote:

    We could meet up now shawn.. if you could handle it. Scholar

  • Devilish On Friday, November 2, 2012, Devilish (3758)By person wrote:

    Lmfao.. i fucking love you . Thank you.. I logged in just for you. you are always worth it. lol .. oh i love you . can we meet for brunch and spiked punch then fuck like wild dogs on a massive hunt to get off.. YES! lol. Scholar

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, November 3, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (646)By person wrote:

    Thanks Dev, and holy shit. Always such cool compliments and wickedly wonderful . . . offers. Too cool. Til next time -

  • Nehema On Friday, November 2, 2012, Nehema (1257)By person wrote:

    LMFAO Sean - I love you. That made my night, thank you thank you THANK YOU! - XXOO Scholar

  • Sean Mc Shane On Saturday, November 3, 2012, Sean Mc Shane (646)By person wrote:

    Thanks Robyn, I'm glad ya liked it . And I'm glad I made your night. Swwet. Til next time -


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