Some nights at open mic are better than others. Last night topped that. Some guy who calls himself Smokey Oolong showed up, was introduced and knocked everyone to the back wall of Kafe Kerouac.
Simply incredible. Scott Woods was nearly speechless, but managed to compose himself long enough to ask Smokey if he would do another one. And he did, outdoing his first.
The crowd would not let him go, I thought people were going to grab him and force him back behind the mic. Some of the craziest shit I've ever seen anywhere! So he did a third. It's the type of poetry that makes you burn all your stuff and not even think of starting over. Ever.
At the end of the night, a few people followed him out to his car, and he did another one. On the freaking street!
Did anyone get any information out of him? We know he lives in Columbus. Where has he been? What does he do? And what makes him tick?
Mindblowing. I'm such a dork I started a Facebook Group for him in tribute. What he did last night was right up there or better than anything at IWPS, or anywhere else.
The name is Smokey Oolong, and Writers Block had him first.
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