MORNING WRITING EXCERPT
I'm finishing the secret, side story of MONTY that will be my gift for the beautiful, restless souls on my email list. But here is a tiny little taste.
“Jesus man get with it!” I hiss at Art.
He grunts and then he starts fidgeting, more and more as the poem goes on. He’s fiddling with the cracks in the walls and his eyes are darting all over the place and maybe he is really feeling it now. So I start clicking and clicking with his restlessness. This is exactly right, this woman’s words and that look of hers. The crowd shifting and clicking and listening because they can’t miss a single twisty turn of phrase. Have you ever seen people listen so hard? You’ve got to do that, you can’t miss anything, you’ve got to feel it because it’s going to disappear. You can’t find this on the internet, you can’t keep this in your pocket. There is no way to capture and own this woman, right now. With the sweaty beery smell in the air and all the lit up faces, that slight sway of her hips.
It's called Lollipops and Cigarettes
A short story in which Monty and Art talk absolute nonsense, steal some apples and ruin a poetry slam.