all eyes on me

last night i made my debut

i followed my girlfriend's advice/badgering and put myself on display at an open mic night, performing without the aid of any effects trickery or any computer based clickings, whirrings or loops.

i also tried to retain my humanity and not come across as a pretentious pratt carrying around his book of poetry

and even tho the Crayola Bar only held a few people, in front of the mic i froze and seconds felt like hours, and my liquer loosened mouth felt dry

but i spoke my two poems, and then, unplanned, a third

and even tho the fear outweighted the excitement, i think i enjoyed performing