Poetry: Robert Lashley

“Boards occupy a space between the mind and
the construction of the temporal. Cadences.” R.Lashley

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Lace covered lamp shade winks
As you walk toward the mic
Ceiling fan squeaks approval of your presence
Coffee shop poets snap anticipation
As your hand finds your poem
In a notebook of poems

Noble Prince of Poetry
Royal Performer of Words
National Manager of Thoughts
Country Jester of Meters
Fair Dancer of Rhythms

My Robert, dear Robert,
Your words are like a UFO
Sky chariot swooping down
To take Elijah home to the heavens
You pick us up and take our minds
To another place
To a new place
To a place, we did not know exist,
Nor did we ever want to go there, until now

Robert Lashley:
Please walk that cocky walk to the mic
Please look over your book at us
Wondering if our minds are ready for
The mind-whooping we are about to receive
Please take more than three minutes
And please, please, share one – more – poem
Royal Robert, Prince of Poetry
You are a rock in the river
Dividing it left and right
Changing the way it flows
On its way to a very big ocean
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 *you can hear Robert Lashley most Monday nights at Poetry Night, 7:30
at the Black Drop Coffeehouse, 300 West Champion Street


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