Sunday, January 18, 2009

Remember to Kick It Over

I & I might call dis a collage, being an old timey web 1.0 sort of guy. (or maybe even a punky reggae party). Younger gen Y types might refer to it as a mash up. (Still others might just be honest and direct & call it a big old ball o' crap!?! (a pox on 'em i says)). Marley, Blake, Strummer, (ply upon ply), Dedalus & a bit of Lawson all hacked up together as a treat for eye and ear and brainpan.

Wrote it one morning while the kids ran riot throughout the house, and sally slept and jesus wept.


Emancipate yourself
From mind forg'd mental
Manacles of Slavery.

Stef, she tapped her head,
Her forehead, with her hand.
It is here we must kill
Both Rome and Babylon.

Faces in the street
From marks of Trenchtown
Ghetto woe to Gaza's white
Phosphorus tv bombs.
To London's charter'd street
To the beat of weary feet.

In here, again she tapped
Her forehead, inhaling deep.
Speed thin sheen of sweat.

She inhaled and coughed...
Can I see another's woe
And not be in sorrow too?


Emancipate yourself
From mind forg'd mental
Manacles of Slavery.

It is here we must kill
Both Rome and Babylon.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love your word collages. They always make for interesting reading.

Again, very dark, my lovely man. One would be forgiven for thinking the poet had a brooding nature!

ric_man said...

"They've got us crying for an afterlife while they just steal this one."
-The Fugees

Ayesha said...

Hey! Thanks for the link! I'll add you to my blogroll as well :D

I opted to follow your blog because I like your writing. Its rare, as you said, to find good poetry these days ;)

I will try and be more regular, and look forward to your feedback as well!

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