Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?
Lyrical and cadent, dramatic and occasionally playful, those poems communicate of affection, longing, parting; of freedom and shattered goals; of Saturday-night partying and the smells and sounds of Southern towns.
Cascades of brilliance, astrally. when you are Black and relentless, descend importantly, as ritual, and that i will arch a crescent moon, certainly. INSOMNIAC There are a few nights whilst sleep performs coy, aloof and disdainful. And all of the wiles that I hire to win its provider to my part are dead as wounded satisfaction, and lots more and plenty extra painful. WEEKEND GLORY a few dichty parents don’t understand the proof, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their necks and strainin’.
Their backs. They stream into condos up over the ranks, pawn their souls to the neighborhood banks. procuring giant vehicles they can’t have enough money, ridin’ round city actin’ bored. in the event that they are looking to how one can stay existence correct, they must examine me on Saturday evening. My activity on the plant ain’t the largest wager, yet I pay my money owed and remain out of debt. i am getting my hair performed for my very own self’s sake, so I don’t need to decide and that i don’t need to rake. Take the church funds out and head move.
The anthem of your fingers and swelling chest, for the suitable harmonies that are your lips. but darkness brings no syncopated promise. I leisure someplace among the unsung notes of evening. Shaker, why don’t you sing? MY lifestyles HAS became TO BLUE Our summer’s long gone, the golden days are via. The rosy dawns I used to wake with you have grew to become to grey, my lifestyles has became to blue. The once-green lawns glisten now with dew. crimson robin’s long past, right down to the South he flew. Left.
Irish stews and boiled corned red meat and sizzling canine by way of the rankings, or anyplace that saves an area For smoking carnivores. A GEORGIA music We swallow the odors of Southern towns, fats again boiled to submission, smooth night poignancies of Magnolia and the good eco-friendly scent of unpolluted sweat. In Southern fields, The sound of far-off ft working, or dancing, And the liquid notes of Sorrow songs, Waltzes, screams and French quadrilles waft over The loam of Georgia. Sing me to.
Lips supplying Succulence, nor eyes Rolling, disconnected from A Sambo face. Dare us new desires, Columbus. a funky new moon, a Winter’s evening, calm blood, gradual, relocating purely Out of behavior, we want Peace. Oh Atlanta, oh deep, and as soon as misplaced urban, Chant for us a brand new tune. A track Of Southern peace. UNMEASURED pace The sunlight rises at noon. Nubile breasts sag to waistlines whereas younger loins develop boring, so past due. goals are petted, like loved lap canine.