Recorded on July 2, 2020. Two untitled poems about poems. One I call something like a rhythm and the other is about a blank piece of paper.
The question of the night is about influences. Tonight’s host is Leo, aka The Chef Comic, check more of him out here.
Context of the conversation: On July 1st LA went back into lockdown mode again. Indoor dining stopped but take out and patio dining were still allowed. It’s a flashback into the uncertainty of that 2nd closure, like naively believing, thinking we could reopen in 3 weeks, lol.(We didn’t reopen for indoor dining until March 2021.) In the second part of the conversation I reference a line from a zoom meeting with public officials, specifically Chief Michael Moore, that happened here in LA. Video of that zoom call can be found here. More from that same zoom call featuring local residents frustration with the LAPD can be found here. Enjoy the poems and this moment from last year. ✌️
Something like a rhythm
A poem in fluid motion
as the words come together
in endless favor.
Almost musical in a sense
like learning another tense.
It’s a song that remains the same
a slip that goes unchanged.
That beautiful dance
of surrendering your last chance.
Slipping in and out of reality
and discovering your own beauty.
Treading territories unknown,
making them your own
by overcoming inner fears,
living out the best of years
in a summer without end
with close comfort from a friend.
There is nothing so beautiful or tempting
as a blank piece of paper.
Nothing else conjures the imagination
nor has such an effect as to cause
those creative juices to stir.
The search for a word, a picture, an idea
Something to imprint upon its face forever
I swear,
I feel it call me
yearning, wanting, waiting
For my mind to come full circle
As the words begin to flow from mind
to hand
to paper
Forcing me to never forget,
nor regret any passing thoughts.
Sometimes, oh too many times
different words, same meanings.
One idea expressed
in a multitude of ways and attitudes
Experimentation in expression.
Creation of false impressions
with meanings clogged up in double entendres
I often ramble but that’s the point.
The beauty of it all!
That first rough draft,
often sloppy
definitely far from perfect
Yet so Alive!
Just because there happened to be
a blank piece of paper in front of me
mhughes poetry 
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