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Some Poems from WOWHere are a few poems from the book, WOW. You can order WOW (signed or unsigned) here.
ABOVE HIMI saw SenghorI was above him Not hovering Like a cloud or a helicopter but just a High-lofty-observing Poet Looking down At Senghor the poet Who hovers high Like a cloud or a heavenly helicopter filled with leaflets that shame butterflies' wings And rainbows end I saw Senghor the poet Dressed in contradiction DON'T LET THE MINUTE SPOIL THE HOURfor the little white poem, the big painting blue, and the swingingmusic in hot red SHE WAS HIS MUSE...YET REFUSED HIS HUMBLE BED for a jug of wine (black), a few slices of cheese (yellow), and a long lovely loaf of brown bread for that she gave him money...BUT STILL REFUSED HIS BED! for faraway trips, or making snobbish social scenes, or even in the parks holding hands (while pigeons were fed) SHE SAID SHE DUG HIM (to hear it bugged him) 'cause she STILL REFUSED HIS BED! NOW HE DON'T PAINT, NOR WRITE A POEM, NOR PLAY HIS SWINGING MUSIC IN HOT RED BECAUSE HE IS A B E A T N I K AND THUS THE lovesick ARTIST IS DEAD! OKAY, YOU ARE AFRAID OF AFRICA
Okay, you are afraid of Africa! |