Thursday, October 27, 2011

Some More Poetry


You Shall Above All Things Be Glad and Young

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young, whatever life you wear

It will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance


by e.e. cummings


Dan watching the sun set over Coral Bay our first night
Mambo Cadillac

Drive me to the edge in your Mambo Cadillac,
      turn left at the graveyard and gas that baby, the black
night ringing with its holy roller scream. I'll clock
      you on the highway at three a.m., brother, amen, smack
the road as hard as we can, because I'm gonna crack
      the world in two, make a hoodoo soup with chicken necks,
a gumbo with plutonium roux, a little snack
      before the dirt-and-jalape├▒o stew that will shuck
the skin right off your slinky hips, Mr. I'm-not-stuck
      in-a-middle-class-prison-with-someone-I-hate sack
of blues. Put on your high-wire shoes, Mr. Right, and stick
      with me. I'm going nowhere fast, the burlesque
queen of this dim scene, I want to feel the wind, the Glock
      in my mouth, going south, down-by-the-riverside shock
of the view. Take me to Shingles Fried Chicken Shack
      in your Mambo Cadillac. I was gone, but I'm back
for good this time. I've taken a shine to daylight. Crank
      up that radio, baby, put on some dance music
and shake your moneymaker, doll, rev it up to Mach
2, I'm talking to you, Mr. Magoo. Sit up, check
out that blonde with the leopard print tattoo. O she'll lick
      the sugar right off your doughnut and bill you, too, speak
French while she do the do. Parlez-vous fran├žais? So, pick
      me up tonight at ten in your Mambo Cadillac
Chile, Argentina, Peru. Take some time off work;
we're gonna be a lot longer than a week
or two. Is this D-day or Waterloo? White or black—
it's up to you. We'll be in Mexico tonight. Pack
a razor, pack some glue. Things fall apart off the track,
and that's where we'll be, baby, in our Mambo Cadillac,
      cause you're looking for love, but I'm looking for a wreck.

by Barbara Hamby

The Indian Ocean at Coral Bay (for Uncle Stevie and Aunt Sammy)

1 comment:

  1. You are just the cutest thing. :P Hope you enjoyed your stay in our SWELTERING HOT COUNTRY! AAAAAAAARGH!

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