I wrote this after attending an Open Mic night that tried waaay to hard to be what they were not. After running a successful Open Mic night for two years in the Glass City (Toledo,Ohio)- it was very evident to me and my peeps that the people running this new night had a clue, but did it for all the wrong reasons. ___________________________________________________ "Underneath the Underthings" Underneath the Under things, You - oh so traveled soul How ever many years old How deep is a depth that speaks it's own depth ? Underneath your epiphanies & Self Awakenings you're still asleep ... yeah, still asleep. Under the surface you dug- found & worked out some bugs covered the rest w/ area rugs and PROclaimed from mountain peaks the very depth of your deep But Underneath the Underthings Your scarred/ fractured healing is a broken cotton gin and the South IS TRULY DEEP. So how far down is your depth if we can still hear You speak ? __________________________________________________ To all peeps running poetry nights out there: Don't try to sell something every five minutes. Don't profess to be the deepest, most spiritually attuned soul in the cosmos. Don't read 11 times in one night just cuz it's your place. Don't make a mockery of yourself and the art.