Monday, November 9, 2009


this is your revelry -- Christmas light lit,

all bodies in clothing unmoving and jostled,

cupping the sound like a hand on your ear,

a hand on your heart

but a hard slap, a hot Cuban hand on the head

of the drum will unstick like an arrow, stick like

a spitwad on a chalkboard, stick and peel off

all flat and impressed

1 comment:

Gunter Heidrich said...

Beat poetry; apparently written without drug use or deviance as James has led me to believe.

The spitwad's such an innocent little libertine. I'm uncertain and a bit skeptical of the intentionality and aspirations of this one though.

Anyone else have any thoughts?