SMALL TALK AT BUKOWSKA AND LIBELTA: A poet in Poznan. - Poetry Chapbook, 2012.

“Krabo” They say moon is the same for everyone Streets are hostile or friendly Nothing depends on your luck You exist cause you’re taught to...

Sunday, May 11, 2008

African blooddrums

African blooddrums rattle scattle shuttle
palpitate & flatter
evil kasongos

timber poststamps cover
Zair's deepest meanders
protectory landslides
precious goldmines on fire
Salomon's temples
adventurer tramps
shotgun carryin' bewildered horsemen
last summer's episode's
soundtrack
still some blank points at maps
still some cannibal
B-class orgies
still some room for one more
European trash
bored man

entering the round house of women
at solstices only
collecting the myth
of the tribes
tiptonguely

forming primetime confusion arrows
methodically listing
her roses and princesses
connotations
to get to the gold & diamond
swamped w/ prehistory
reading Congo francais 10c

then musical chairs & Mercedes Benz feeria
pax over troubled
palm oil convoy
enthusiast
haunted still
by medicineman's
death magic

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