from now on
from now on

8/15/07 @ the Negro League Cafe:

” sultry samba fronds woven rooster song
coconut water
the morning of the carnival is the saddest morning

except the mourning after

black boys play their flutes
i finger the hay snaking golden from my pillowcase
it will never be this sweet again
the syrup has hardened on our lips

the candle of the sun pushes up through the dark
dawn means the empty space
the slow cooling of sheets
once warmed by your body

we exist
only under the canopy of night
puffing in toward us

I want you with the gold of daylight
dusting your mahoghany cheek
slick on the slope of your face

May I suck the dew of morning from your brow?

or must you
always vanish
with the approach of phaeton’s fleet?

Stay.”

lately, i’ve been asking myself why i post my frantic ramblings here. do i want you to read it? who is my audience? i expose some of the tenderest spots to complete strangers and the not-so-strange. what for. right now, my answer is that it’s an easy way for me to document and recall what is going on with me. and being on the world wide web, i can access it from anywhere, if ever i am need of an answer to a question like “what was i feeling on or around september?” i am the filament of stars. i am the filament of stars. i am something.