sweatsinging
bodies coated in bitches brew
howling at the Perseids
with an opal on your tongue,
in the midnight hour
you wake to
handsnap soldiers
strummin in the vineyard
drunken meter
slang-bang
and a seeking
too bright to be overdubbed
lighting out for the new life
beyond the burning levee
horn-cased hobos hum
Guthry and wet their reeds
reeling in the woodline
the troop shines brassy
eyes glassy
screaming out
uh! huh! good god!
hobo from homeward bound
chant low and mill the dust in the stone yard sound
bring us home
bring the mothership home yall!
cornbread baked alone
in the shadow of the Catskills
you strike your own matches
and guild keys in the belly of a sloop
you throw the sun
across a backbeat
and yellow in the rusting glen
panting in pantomime
the dance and wine
remembered
hit it on the
one two three four
one two three four
one – you break for the clearing
and push
you lie prone on a stage at world’s end
cornrow conifers cooking in chicken grease
the sizzle shouting in the jam set:
obi nkyere abofra nyame
no one teaches a child God.
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yo so its like totally cool that i use your poems to serenade girls.. and claim them as my own right!?
ReplyDeletedamn matt. why are you asking? now i need to ask for permission too. i figured it was cool all this time. joshypoo, hows life hanging?
ReplyDeleteHa, I'm not sure exactly how this specific poem would help you seduce anyone Matt, but I appreciate it none the less. Yes, I will grant you both permission to use my poetry to seduce women only in return for you two designing and fabricating for me a state-of-the-art Pussy Magnet. Get on it.
ReplyDeleteLife is good though man. Let's talk soon and catch up.