Title: Blue Light Lounge Sutra For The Performance Poets At Harold Park Hotel
the need gotta be
so deep words can't
answer simple questions
all night long notes
stumble off the tongue
Mots clés inspirational poetry
I am this space my body believes in.
Yusef KomunyakaaNow I have beaten a song back into you, rise and walk away like a panther.
Yusef KomunyakaaI ate mythology
Yusef KomunyakaaMots clés dream myth mythology blackberries
Foolhearted mindreader,
help us see how
the heart begs,
how fangs of opprobrium
possess our eyes.
My doors enter from the sidestreet,
my windows painted basement black,
my mouth kisses the blues harp,
my heart hides like notes
locked in a cedar chest.
I’ve been here before, dreaming myself
backwards, among grappling hooks of light.
True to the seasons, I’ve lived every word
spoken. Did I walk into someone’s nightmare?
Mots clés poetry
Whoever said men
hit harder when women
are around, is right.
Word for word,
we beat the love
out of each other.
In the old days, the general's ribbons /
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