tastes like chicken

''a blog with bite, but still goes down nice''... stimulating prose, insightful commentary, unabashedly poetic, and occasionally political (with a left hook). in a word, goodread. hope you enjoy it.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

"la lettre"

Encore une fois tu me dis
que tu ne m'aimes plus;
encore une fois tes mots,
je les fais fuir,
gardant sur ma joue
seul ce que tu respires;
et je te prie:
tu es mon espoir,
mon pouvoir,
ma jolie.

Meme avec ca,
elle est partie.

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Friday, February 02, 2007

"ain't but the rain"

Ain’t but the rain
can wash away what
the day gone n’ brung;
from lower town streets,
sick stench rises up,
hangs ‘round the nostrils,
us takin’ in whole
six days of garbage
heaped out on
frying hot sidewalks.

Gotta’ have some rain,
rinse the sweat off our backs
---clothes so damp, they stick
like one more skin.
Oh!, you say, Be standin’
in line at the store, feels like
forever an' a day
cos the man in front, his
smell's so bad, makes your eyes
roll up in your head, thinkin’
you might faint. Miracle you don’t.

Need a whole lotta’ rain
come down, wash clean the
city’s crimes n' shames,
cleanse the spot of red
back by the alley
where somebody’s blood
painted the ground;
ain’t no knowin’ whose it is
---just somebody here’s,
an’ that’s ‘nuff said.

Needs us some rain,
give some liveliness back
to old faces holdin’
dust in their wrinkles;
faces pullin’ tight on the
corners of their mouths.
Maybe pull some of
them mouths up, make
smiles ‘stead of
them frowns.

Only a good rain can pour
down
'nuff to cover a teary eye
so it don’t show,
then wash the pain
away ‘til it puddles
‘round soggy shoes;
make everybody, me and you,

glisten like new.

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