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Josephine Baker circa 1920's |
at the drive-ins
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we stayed
for the second feature
it was an american film noir
an entertaining enough
louis malle rip-off...
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the bible's adam came back
a bill evans fan
wanted to dress
like fats waller
play slink bop sad
fingers bent
crooked to sound
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he came into being
dark skin necessity
under constant Sun
near rivers and other
places rain tames thirst...
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at first, I imagine
he arose to catch
security and tomorrow
climbed, tippy-toed
dipped and hid
got smart enough
to declare, he did
turning opportunity
into repeatable circumstances...
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permanent shelter,
tools and dogma
soon followed by
forgetful jazz
clocks and calendars
having a jesus handle
on runaway infinity
wishing sometimes
he were, asleep
at the wheel...
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most life, paints itself
myth and form, you
near warm wobble womb
a center mass
of still burning
magnetic iron core...
this pale blue dot
water and everything
everywhere, here
as none of us
can predict why
or when bones catch
a soul and start to breathe
wearing weather as skin
walking and thinking again...
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CODA: (Miles said play the rests)
now-a-days we focus
on tactile titillation(s)
two dimensional emotional
ghost memory almost(s)
false premise property
and ownership
we react
edit our thoughts
here, where
the poem ends
staring at you
wondering where
your held quiet goes
knowing to listen in...
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EJR ©
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