Black Poetry : nothing this quiet can stay

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  1. romusthepoet

    romusthepoet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    nothing this quiet can stay
    by romus simpson


    & so goes my saxophone heart
    breathless suddenly in the blue stream of this poem
    slow dry river riff on my tongue avenue to avenue
    thinning starling among a few errant violins scratch night to its iris sin
    follow me in the rising windowless world a throat of echoes
    current of opaque night melanin thick with ghosts & cops who
    see death and forecast death who give negro offerings to death
    sapphire night on cool fire falling into the ocean everywhere
    & i without a shake of laughter or love or no real brothas to gather with
    ocean of heavy sky caught in my eye’s air & blinds me
    now stars stutter across night & we are dancing love
    i let a taut hand go where alleys demand my wire shadow
    lean into blvds like a slow blue knife & cut the sheer skin of the dark september
    out among the men their memory flecked asphalt & song
    sullen monotone accusation in a cacophony of engines & false sounds
    the ghosts of my dead knock upon my soul seeking something
    shaking like high brothas & give theist aliases

    (the night people wander the early/late streets
    the elegant musicians shed their magic
    & join the morning crowds)

    i moved a concrete year last winter through my bowels
    because i loved heroin & the controlled hustle of its
    lurid appendages kept me kin to time
    made me wild with blue skin
    shrilled me upward like the art deco hotel dolphin at 6th & pine
    cold blue stone of city hovering like a vacant earth
    turning sphere idol in the tuesday night holiness
    blind god eye in each tenement seeking himself
    echoed fractions of moon to infinity in bus windows downtown
    i reached for my fix & saw a thousand me’s hover & die
    saw busses leave carrying faces of the women i have loved
    was accused by every strolling stranger who examined my blackness
    counted each tiny forearm muscle screaming at my hand
    sat on my haunches in a dreamless plaid of shadow & time
    my breath improvisational jazz on the skeleton of my electric body
    coltrane take my saxophone heart falling like ashes from the sky
    a whole note of heroin played allegro over & over like a siren
    i gave my crying cells the current they wanted
    ushered winter into my september body & became black snow
    let stinging love cool me until my eyes floated & closed
    felt your kiss in the coming wind rising up my thighs
    swallowed you & kept your left breast in my cheek

    nothing this quiet can stay
    nothing this quiet can stay
    not your love in my echoing heart
    nor the city nile i follow gold currents in
    in the frenzy of my screaming skin
    all jazz ends all jazz ends
     
  2. Bert

    Bert Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    You speak

    another tongue; but I'm somehow able to understand every word. I'm diggin this.

    BRB
     
  3. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    well done

    feelin' ya motion of dis here
     
  4. Hypnotize

    Hypnotize Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I was on my toes, the whole time

    Were you in NY ? Chicago ?
    Were you really living the vivid fanta-reality of
    a heroin fix ? Was it all in your mind
    as you listen to Coltrane ??? --

    Yo- I don't know you, but I KNOW this .
    The sky/ocean - the notes and melodies -
    the faces on the bus - the death
    receiving too many " offerings " --

    I RARELY call people who write poems POETS ,
    but I think you may be a **** good candidate
    for that title yo.

    I would love to hear this .


    Yo - maan, this did it for me.

    wordbond.
     
  5. alyce

    alyce Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    romusthepoet...

    there is almost too much here for me to digest....almost...
    I'm printing this one.

    thank you

    a
     
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