Poem: Dub Take The Voodoo

A poem about the time we got stuck — out of our depth for so many reasons — at a Mad Professor gig. Nothing to do with the Mad Professor. Everything to do with us. So, a love poem then, basically…

Remembering the time we slept in the tent
while the Mad Professor played his dub set
and people with torches walked by as if
looking for lost children, which in some ways

wasn’t far off. They kept shining the light
in our eyes, they kept asking us to stand,
to move, to not be there. But we didn’t care.
It had been a long day, it had felt like weeks —

and I…