July 9, 2006 - Sunday 18:11

Current mood:  contemplative 
Category: Art and Photography
i am a mix-master DJ or(re)discovery or writing is knowing

my hair is a knotty bath
black light strung over mountain tops
melon dew ropes the spirits cling to in the salty times

my lips are tuned to ancestral beings
muscle crescent and perched ready to sit
and sing and pop spearmint gum and recite poem
and sing awhile
like lingering honey

my nose is pen pal for lemony tea
cakes or the smear of my man across my top
lip my nose walks home tends to the roses
nestled around my mamas porch

my hips are galactic angles
float into good places ring me down
like southern sunlight

my feet are grandma feet flat
and well-shaped to soft-shoe the earth
there is no night walk getting away
from these feet

my skin hmmmmmmmmmm my
skin color is alice coletrane's harp
on gritty repeat a silent bronze glow
a serious shot of moonshine
a twinkle in the good place
the space girl-children run tipsy
skipping through jasmine
free birth born
bright