Black Poetry : gypsies

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  1. Giovanni

    Giovanni Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    just what i need'd:

    .......................... the feel of friday on a thursday evening
    .......................... when you pick'd me up early from work

    & we wander'd the streets, aimless as vagrants
    or high school vagabonds cut'n classes—nomadic
    in our destinations before dining at Tamarindo:

    .................. crab & shrimp quesadillas, a side of rice
    .................. & beans, and chicken fajitas

    consumed over good conversation, drinks
    & hispanic juke tunes

    ................................. while the topic of work, bills,
    .......................................................... & a mediocre week
    dominates our discussion

    before the neon orb is transfigured & blurr'd;
    horizontally pull'd & hyperbolically stretch'd
    into a glowing axis on the stratosphere

    & we're cruising in your Sonata
    when i remember one of Audre's poems
    & her metaphor of cars being separate worlds

    or microcosms—flying pass one another
    like electrons on an atom, and i smile, intrigued
    with her depth & perception of the ordinary

    Audre's poem is a familiar thought
    trigger'd by the crowd'd beltway as we're heading south
    on 295 towards Maryland

    listening to LOW END THEORY
    & singing the songs on the radio off-key—laughing
    like we always do

    ............................. i'm as happy now
    ............................. as i was about a year ago
    ............................. —when we shared our first kiss
    ............................. on the vernal equinox


    when the sun was an orange spike
    Nature swung on the end of her chain
    over the equator

    our destination’s still unspecified
    but we continue to ride down the evening
    neither of us time conscious

    just cruising

    the headlights behind us
    look like stars at a distance
    in your rear & side view mirrors

    almost like we’re a billion yards in space
    Paul Beatty says at this distance

    ................................................... you can “...joyride a lunar buggy
    ................................................... from the Sea of Tranquility to
    ................................................... the Bay of Rainbows”

    & at a hundred thousand light-years away
    a discard’d hubcap, according to him, is a “...Milky Way
    at the side of a nocturnal road” we drag across

    as gypsy lovers, who’s destination
    is in each other’s company
     
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    loved the way u came wit dis ....so open
     
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    See, that's why I like your flow

    ,...because you put lots of imagery in your pieces. It's like when the reader reads it, they are almost right there beside you inside of that poem. I've seen you on DPJ before, right? I have yet to post anything at OkayPlayer.com, but I'm feeling this site more. Keep flowing, yo,......
     
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