This is Not Goodbye

Last night was a lot of fun. A bit too much, maybe, as my hungover ass stayed home today! Shappy beat me 3-2 in the head-to-head. I won the Star Wars round (!) and the imitation round, he took the other three. Every round was split 3-2 except for the imitation where I won all 5 judges over! Quacky was probably the most fun I’ve ever had on stage. I need to write funny stuff!

The Anything Goes round went really well (despite losing to Shappy’s musical lambasting of the Matrix Reloaded) as Sabrina’s edits made the piece flow nicely. Keith Roach was in the house and I brought him on stage to do the Prince section in the very beginning. Talk about coming full circle! The piece follows. I’m going back to sleep now.

This is Not Goodbye

a love letter in five parts…

I.

I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,

my head just feels in pain

I missed the bus and there’ll be hell today,

I’m late for work again and even if I’m there,

they’ll all imply that I might not last the day

and then you call me

dearly beloved ..

we are gathered here today

to get through this thing called LIFE.

electric word “life”, it means forever

and that’s a mighty long time

but I’m here to tell you

there’s something else ..

and it’s not so bad,

it’s not so bad

II.

This is sacred ground.

Step up humble

to make your offering

someone is always listening.

Remember when the words came

because they had to

when we believed every one

gave them the breath of life

like our lives depended on it.

And I want to thank you for giving me

the best day of my life

ohh, just to be with you is having

the best day of my life.

When we hit open mics like AA meetings

two or three a day

to get our fix.

Before the applause and the scores

and the slamming of doors.

Before poetry went Def

dumb and blind.

There is a beauty here

that shines through it all

like the glowing faces of pregnant women

nurturing the future.

and it’s not so bad,

it’s not so bad

III.

And I want to thank you for giving me

the best day of my life

ohh, just to be with you is having

the best day of my life.

Eight poets stuffed into a car

high on poetry and tequila

saved my life one night

taught me the importance

of action equaling word

of word secondary to truth.

I have carried that lesson

in my left shoe ever since

each step I take reminds me

of why I’m still here.

IV.

This is not a poem.

It is a love letter.

a thank you note.

a reminder.

We are here

because of those that came before us.

We will endure

because of those that come after us.

V.

Push the door, I’m home at last and I’m soaking

through and through then you handed me a towel

and all I see is you, and even if my house falls

down now, I wouldn’t have a clue because you’re

near me

This is not goodbye.

This is not the end.

It is simply the prelude

to a new beginning.

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Guy LeCharles Gonzalez

As in guillotine. Old/new media pragmatist. Sometimes loud, one-time poet, still opinionated. Reading, writing, running, gaming, soccer, beer.

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