Willie at the Mike
biff bam boom POW
and Willie's there
his heart beating wild in our chests
his voice rasping from our throats
he is performance and audience at once
claiming: "I'm a performer, not a poet"
but Willie's words wind around his tongue
like vanilla ice cream
that I wish I could imitate.
the act ain't nothing without the material,
Willie, if I were a superhero
I'd help you out
but I don't think you'll ever need saving.
12 August 2001