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...

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

While Listening to African Fusion

there’s root
seed
& skin
a beat to follow
phase to exit
equator
dusty yes & go
heat to turn
off
electric kilometers
words
used
a million times ago
con artists’
sand
why stop
ecstatic music?
there’s country
all over the concert
its free flags waving
dust red
bass lines
there’s soul
to plant
in your brother’s
bohemian roof
garden
shoot at the
summer
moon
think of names
& wires
oh what do they mean
to free
flags?
what are isms
on drum
beats?

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