Sometimes the Pages Need to Remain White – Sonnet Thirty-Three

Sometimes the pages need to remain white,
As if to say, “what do you really know?”
As if “no words from no one” would be right
To fill a page with words that “no thing” shows.

Just standing at the mic and staring back,
Until the audience begins to scream,
“Now, to the beat,” I yell, “bring the attack!”
With loop and ‘tune, new raps begin to stream.

For what is “spoken word,” but yells sublime,
That rise above the beat as DJs spin,
Where rock-around is tricky to keep time
To beats that circle back as they begin.

So, yell and scream to get me off the stage,
Your every word I’ll use to fill this page.