poetry SLAM

Poetry SLAM!
put the pop in poetry.
we listen
drink down words,
feel the edges nick our throats
or warm our stomachs.
chaotic strings of words
wrapped around our wrists
shaping our fingers;
a claw of commas and parentheses
begins writing.
writing letters
righting wrongs,
everything we swore
not to tell
everything that still needed
the gratification of an audience;
the letters spilling out of my mouth
to form a tidal wave
that engulfs the world
yet cradles them,
a warm breath skipping across their necks,
whispering,
this is me! this is you!
this is who we are,
and what we're here for:
words that march across
highways into history books.
take notice of the notes
that are stacking up
to our lives.