Michael Pipkin
Now let’s talk cool for a minute -- poetry cool (feel free to drop some Miles Davis on the turntable -- that's right, I said turntable -- pour y’self a snifter of Cognac Hennessy and snap your fingers as you read on...)
It would be safe to say that Michael is a man who has taken the road less travelled. He’s an artist -- be it poetry, long-form narrative, standing in front of a crowd and delivering spoken word -- snap, snap -- it’s all good. He was raised in a house of art, his father is a sculptor. He studied film in college and sticks to the works of directors like Francis Ford Coppola when describing his favorites. He’s an admirer of how Coppola could take a serious subject like the Viet Nam war in Apocalypse Now and illustrate it with nightmarishly beautiful images to give those who’ve never experienced “the horror” a unique window to look through (snap-snap).
Though not a war-monger by nature, if he had his choice to pen a favorite historical character for the screen it would be Hannibal Barca, the Cartheginian Elephant Master. You’ve got a love a man who would challenge the Roman Empire.
Now take a sip and let’s break it down:
For all his cool
Michael was nearly a fool
When he got hit by a car
While riding his bike in the far
Off city by the bay
And what he learned that day
Was that life is precious.
And he should never wait to say
Kind words to loved ones
And, oh, by the way...Getting hit by a car stings
He wears a helmet when he sings
The sweet sounds of pedal-stroke-pedal
While cycling
Today in the city -- or for that matter --
Anywhere.Cool, Michael. Reeeeeeeal cool, baby.
