A Suicide of Crows (CH19)

Chapter Nineteen

Germany, School of the Skull, Open Mic Poetry Night

I

A ruckus crowd, rivaling that of any
fight crowd, hyped from LadyMayDay’s
performance, cheered on her very brave
offspring.

BabyPoet.  

A spunky dervish of a youth, Baby
learned to write very early and it
was off and running from there.

Lady kept all of Baby’s writings
safely in a safe.

II

She always got nervous at these
things, even after baptism by
fire and becoming a regular
presence around The School,
more than her actual school,
to which her mom took a laissez
faire approach.

The fighters, who were writers,
told her to turn her fear into
fire.

Turn her fear into fire.

She came out of the dressing area,
wearing a bedazzled robe, which
everyone chipped in to get her,
custom designed, a digitized version
of her, hand held high in victory,
a big smile on her face, an iced out
grill like the rappers.

She was a big hip hop fan.

III

She thought about her best
friends:

#Meme and #Memesgalpal.

She thought of them writing
their manifestos.

She thought about all the wonderful
moments, all connected to the
writing.

How writers had to go so deep
inside of themselves.

How it is there that the deepest
aspects of reality are found.

She thought about being a dreamer
gazing out the window.

How she had to leave school and
many of her peers.

Retreating into places of solitude
on the basis of a profound
understanding and awareness
that placed one in places of catch-22
positions.

IV

Entering the room, like the fighters
she watched live and on tv, she
was all smiles, inside the vapor cloud
of dry ice, strobe light and
music.

A special mix up of her favorite songs,
produced by DJ Adam, one of the dead
homies.

V

Walking to the ring is like walking to
the light at the end of the tunnel.

Or…

Deep diving into the deepest aspects
of the mystery, literally and
figuratively.

It’s like…

You catch the magnetism of the current,
and follow it, wherever it may go.

You’re in it.

So much like death and fate.

All coming about in the theatre of
the unexpected.

VI

Baby gave high fives to everyone, as
she made her way to the ring, and the
circle of light with microphone.

Walking up the steps.

Waving at everyone.

The brightest of lights, shining
in Lady’s eyes.

As they made eye contact.

A moment, frozen in time.

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