Open Mic Night Poem by Butch Decatoria

"I'm the best lover I've ever had, and to tell the truth,
I'm not half bad..."

Says the barista lesbian
Open mic regular looking too butch for such
A handsome face

If I were her in her twenties
Tight and fit
I'd be getting licked
Every which way to sunrise

(I'm the baby on open mic nights,
The junior in a crowded cafe
Of retirees and university attendees
Who have had that higher mind made
Taught how to be better poets
Literally literary in every
Word of the day...)

I learn over the years it's not
So important a pedigree
It's better to have such passions
And love for this

These cursive expressions
From colorful hearts
The wit that blazes from stars

Like her on the mic,
Open with her verbal scars'
Poetry
The sensuality of venus
But strong like mars

I guess it has to be true
—gotta have a little spark
Not only a pulsing heart...