this is what’s up

20 09 2006

Blue Light Lounge Sutra for the Performance Poets at Harold Park Hotel

by Yusef Komunyakaa

the need gotta be so deep words can’t answer questions, all night long notes stumble of the tongue & color the air indigo, so deep fragments of gut & flesh cling to the song, you gotta get into it, so deep salt crystallizes on eyelashes, the need gotta be so deep you can vomit up ghosts & not feel broken, til you are no more than a half ounce of gold in painful brightness, you gotta get into it, blow that saxophone so deep all the sex & dope in this world can’t erase your need to howl against the sky, the need gotta be so deep you can’t just wiggle your hips & rise out of it, chaos in the cosmos, modern man in the pepperpot, you gotta get hooked into every hungry groove, so deep the bomb locked in rust opens like a fist, in it so deep rhythm is pre-memory, the need gotta be basic animal need to see & know the terror, we are made of honey cause if you wanna dance, this boogie be ready to let the devil use your head for a drum.

 

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