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Saturday, August 4, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Wind Over Harlem
the blues
echoing Lady Ella’s alto
carving five-story
red brick
apartments on
Harlem’s horizon
I carry
sorrow like a violin’s whine
wafting through windows
harassing curtains
like ragged Mack
with his passers-by
down there
he clutches bottle and tin cup
on the corner
I drift
a thin line balancing
my beat between
b r e e z y and BUFFETING
Sweeping leaves and cigarette
halves across the street Carefully
teasing Tessa’s tresses
braids new-set and shining
I was
birthed by Papa’s
G A L E F O R C E temper
CLASHING
on cold-front Mama
No wonder
I feel right blowing
my song Swaying
the beat on
these hot-blooded streets
Cry
This ephemeral release
does please this moment,
but teasing my heart’s song, it sits
like a monkey throwing ****
taunting my soul
haunting my wits
flaunting its toll
gaunt-like I fight to keep it, that peace, but
it’s just ephemeral release.
If you so please
would you pass up that bit
makes me feeling like it
is not in my control, this role, this place we call WIFE
This is my life, my life!
So don’t you mind if I find my way
with a few stray
tears here and there; they’ll cease.
It’s just an ephemeral release.
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