I like to sit and watch
ticket purchased in advance
always choosing the back row mezzanine
dark attire
so nobody knows I been in the building
I am over 21
heard about it
seen it all on channels I had to pay for
'cause this stuff can't be on prime time
youngsters ain't suppose to see and hear
too young to be voyeurs
or
maybe they should be
depending on strict or loose upbringings
air conditioning blasts
but I am so hot
my voyeurism hormones in overdrive
personal summer
as she once told me she had
but
I don't know about that stuff
ditching the dark hoodie
velvet crimson curtains separate
bare wooden planks of the stage
an older bar stool front and center
silver mic
hold steady in its holster
voyeurism
I wanna see it stripped down
layers
peeling away slowly
down to the bare skin
I wanna see it writhe
gyrate to the sounds of Grover Washington
lie on the stage in ecstasy
perspiring in pools of liquidness
hear the moans
the sighs
the screams
climaxing at the climatic moment
as I cool myself with a swig of the ice cold
extra large Pepsi
I purchased before I sat my
voyeuristic self
into the back row of this place
hoping no one recognizes me
and asks me
to spit a poem
satisfy the raging poetic hormones
for voyeurs in the house
like me
who waited to late to purchase a back row
mezzanine seat
tonight
at the poetry slam

