OPEN MIC-RONISM

Braving shrink-your-balls weather (even those without balls ... had them shrink, fall off, and roll away), a heartily determined small group of word lovers left the freezing temps outside and gathered in the warm air of the UAG Gallery to hear a trio of poets from Albany Poets recite their written work: Chris Brozek and Co-Presidents of the Hudson Valley Writers' Guild, Carolee Sherwood & Jill Crammond Wickham.

II, being of not-so-sound mind and delusions of impending greatness, made an attempt to record the festivities but, as you will see, fell short of completing that task to the best of my camera's ability (please forgive her - her name is "Camera D. Ass", just so you know ... she does make a gallant effort to record sound in which one can hear clearly - but she laughs in your face at your obvious ignorance to think that that is a given ... and on occasion, she does take a quality pic, however, that is only "on occasion" and at her discretion).

Please enjoy the video, anyway :-)

"NOT JUST YET"

I have a love affair:

NOT JUST YET

I am not ready to die -
not yet.
Not of want to shake His hand,
gleam wings among vapors
and mist.

Nor fruitlessly dodge
or side-step
the flames of eternity’s ire.

Not just yet.

I am not ready to be buried.
Not ready to burn -
ashes blown or thrown along
paths
I did not walk
when I was ash-less.

Not prepared
to leave …

Before I ping those wires -
thin,
sharp and taut - against
its neck.
And glide my fingers up,
down -
Caress and map blindly
its Italian bouts.

I am not ready to die.

Not even one moment
prior
to touching Antonio’s instrument.

k.v.khai (c) 2010

2010!!!

Desktop Wallpaper & MySpace Layouts

"REALLY, REALLY"

I was sitting for the gallery on a particular day (i forget which) when one of the "patrons" was a lost soul finding art for the first time. How wonderful ... until he got close ... and the following was my found art:

REALLY, REALLY

My head is really, really hurtin'

'cause your booty really, really stinks

you haven't washed in a bazillion years -

that's what me really, really thinks.

A shower with a whole lotta soap

would serve you really, really well -

then you'd smell like Heaven

'stead of the ass-crack of hell!


k.v.khai (c) 2009

WHERE, OH, WHERE ... ?

It was a sad, sad day when only Mary and Keith from Albany Poets showed up for tonight's Open Mic.

Where, oh, where were the poets, the audience and the questionable? Out shopping for the season (if that's the case, where the hell is my gift ;-)??

We waited until 7:45 to officially cancel it and then lo & behold, someone tried to come in just before eight o'clock ... sorry buddy, better luck next time. See you in January ... hopefully!

WHEELED ON LARK

"JUST NOT ENOUGH"

Finding contentment is slightly difficult after surviving so much pain but being able to thrive (ie. happiness, good health and success) is a rare bird not seen too often in my parts. But i keeping looking for her.

JUST NOT ENOUGH

i am of no worth
here
on this earth -
every breath i take, i waste

for when i fell down
and
broke my crown
i lost my sense of grace

my innocence and beauty
felt
it their duty
to leave and never return

so, i sit and wait
although it's too late

to unlearn what i've learned

i have learned this
and
barely, just this:
this life must be lived and loved

each breath that one takes
must not be a waste

Surviving is just not enough.

k.v.khai (c) 2006/2009